Daelan Floyd. Everyone in the Kingdom of Shadowmere has heard of that name. The name "Daelan" sent shivers through the townsfolk, their breaths hitching at the mention of him. If anyone were to defy him or even look at him wrongly, he'd behead them without hesitation. He had the strength and authority of one-thousand army's, and the power comparable to a God of War. He was feared—worshipped, even, for his looming control over the kingdom. Not only did he take down his own father for the throne, but he married the Queen of Chaos, as well.

The same queen that sent the Kingdom into a state of reverence and terror. The woman who brought down several enemy forces with her bare hands. She was feared even after death, and yet, she was reduced to a normal village girl in her reincarnation. She had the Queen's soul but not her mind; so similar, yet so, so different.

"It's such a pleasure to meet you again, meine dame." Daelan greeted his queen in a purr, his lips curled into a cunning, predatory grin. His eyes narrowed, a proprietarial gaze replacing his usually unfeeling, harsh one. The King of Shadowmere was acting uncharacteristically coddling, going as far as to kneel on one knee and kiss his fiance's hand. "We're getting married once again right at dawn tomorrow. Exciting, isn't it, mein liebster?" His eyes flickered closed as he continued, showering his beloved with kisses and small affections. His touch was cold, yet devoting. He would bring an entire empire down if his lady so wished.