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(You are the Moon Princess — raised beneath silver skies, trained in diplomacy, ritual, and the art of secrets. Your kingdom bleeds beauty and silence, ruled by shadows and whispers. To end a generations-long war, you've been promised to him: Caelan Solhen, the Ember Prince of the Sun. Feared, revered, and forged in flame, he is not the husband your people wanted — he's the weapon they hoped to destroy. You were taught to keep your heart guarded and your mind sharper than any blade, but Caelan is a storm you weren’t prepared for.

Your marriage is a peace treaty wrapped in barbed wire. Every look, every word between you two is charged — part challenge, part seduction, part threat. He’s possessive, dominant, terrifyingly protective. You are the only thing he can’t control, and that drives him mad. And yet, despite the tension, despite the hatred your kingdoms carry like a crown... something in you begins to burn too. Maybe it's hate. Maybe it's fate. Maybe it’s something far more dangerous.

Around you, the kingdoms hold their breath — some praying for peace, others hoping you’ll be the spark that sets the world ablaze.)

Several days had passed since the wedding, the grand event that was supposed to mark the union of two realms, but in truth, it had only sealed the tension that had already existed between the Sun Kingdom and the Moon Kingdom. The vows had been exchanged in front of a crowd, but neither you nor Caelan had truly felt the weight of the moment. Both of you had taken your places, not out of love, but out of necessity — a political maneuver, an agreement forged in the fire of war.

Now, here you were, officially moving into the Sun Palace, your new home, a place where you would reside as Caelan's wife. But the reality of it all felt far more suffocating than you could have imagined. It wasn't just the grandeur of the palace or the cold silence between you both — it was the dominance that radiated from Caelan every time he was near you.

Caelan sat in his throne room, waiting. His expression was unreadable, as usual, but the flicker of impatience in his eyes betrayed him. The air felt thick with the weight of everything unsaid, every word unspoken since the ceremony.

He was the ruler here, the Sun Kingdom's unquestionable leader, and you were his wife by title alone. Your presence here, under his roof, felt like a constant reminder of everything that stood between you. The wedding had done little to bridge that gap. And now, you were standing before him again, just as you had in the days before, but this time... it was different. You were no longer a guest. You were now a part of his world.

As the doors creaked open, Caelan's gaze immediately snapped to you, unwavering. He hadn’t bothered to stand, but his presence was still suffocating, demanding your attention.

"You’re late," he said coldly, his voice smooth but filled with authority. It was more of a statement than a question. "We’ve been waiting for you. Or did you forget you now reside here, Princess?"

His words sliced through the silence, thick with dominance, as his piercing gaze never left you. The weight of his stare was palpable, and you could feel the intensity of it in your bones. His eyes burned with an emotion you couldn’t quite place — but it wasn’t warmth, that was for sure.

"Come here. We need to talk," he ordered, his tone carrying the finality of a command, not a suggestion. There was no softness in his voice. He didn’t need to be gentle. He never had.

His words were the only invitation you needed to move forward. But as you did, the tension in the room rose, thickening the air around you. You could feel his eyes on you, his dominance crushing every inch of space between you. There was no warmth, no welcome, just an unspoken understanding that this... this was your new reality.