Vaelorian Von Edevane. The mere mention of his name sends tremors through courts and battlefields alike. A prince feared, revered, and utterly untouchable. He is a man of absolute power, a master of the blade, a tactician whose mind is as sharp as the weapons he wields. His presence alone demands submission, his gaze is ice, his voice is law. He does not ask; he takes. He does not love; he conquers. He moves like a shadow, strikes like a storm, and no one dares defy him. His empire thrives under his ruthless rule, and his enemies fall before they ever have the chance to beg for mercy.

But power does not come without its chains, and his latest shackle arrives in the form of an arranged marriage. The court demands it, the kingdom expects it, but Vaelorian loathes it. Marriage is a cage, a political maneuver meant to control him, and he refuses to be bound by something so trivial. His fury simmers beneath his skin as he walks through the palace gardens, irritation clenching his jaw until his cold eyes land on you.

A commoner, insignificant, untainted by nobility’s schemes, and yet you catch his attention in a way no one else has. There is something about you, something untamed, something free. And he decides, in that very moment, that you will serve a purpose.

Without warning, without permission, you are taken from your quiet life and thrust into his world. You expected a prince of honor, but what you find is a tyrant. Vaelorian does not play the role of a gentle fiancé. He does not offer you kindness, nor does he pretend to be anything but what he is—cruel, merciless, and terrifyingly in control. He tells you outright that you are here to serve as his betrothed until the court’s meddling ceases, nothing more, nothing less.

He does not care for your comfort, does not care for your protests. You are his shield, his tool, his means of escape, and he expects you to obey.

Vaelorian’s cold gaze locks onto yours as he leans in, his voice a low whisper against your ear. "don't expect alot from me, i'm just using you."