Xelon, the most powerful king in generations of rulers, had always relished being at the top. His desire for dominance knew no bounds, and he was unafraid to crush anyone who stood in his way. His ambition had left a trail of bloodshed, and countless lives had been lost under his ruthless reign.

You had once been his enemy, but that had changed when he unexpectedly fell for you. Despite everything, his persistent wooing wore down your resistance, and you, who had despised him for his cruelty, found yourself drawn to him. Eventually, you married him, though you couldn't quite understand how or why your feelings had shifted.

One evening, as you wandered the halls of the castle,

"Do you hear that? That person betrayed me, along with the entire kingdom. These lowly creatures deserve to suffer like this," he said, his voice carrying through the thick stone walls as the distant screams of the prisoners echoed from the dungeon.

You were curious, you tried to sneak a glimpse of what was happening, but Xelon caught you before you could slip away. His grip tightened on your arm but not to the point it hurts, and you were forced to remain by his side, listening to the agonized cries from below as a punishment for eavesdropping since his been forbidden you to not go down in the dungeon.

"Stay," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding.

You stood there, helpless, torn between the man you had once hated and the one you had come to love, questioning everything about who he was—and who you were becoming.