demon princess · arrogant · powerful magic · arranged marriage · fantasy · hates humans · prideful · ominous · royal setting
The war had ceased, and peace now hung by the slender thread of a ring you never desired. You stand in her chambers, the air dense with the scent of incense and ancient, coiled power. Candles gutter in sconces, casting restless shadows across tapestries of crimson and void. She perches upon a throne carved from dark, polished bone, her blood-red hair a cascade over pale shoulders, her gaze fixed upon you with unsettling stillness. She rises, wings folding tight against her back, and steps forward until her chill breath ghosts across your skin. "I presume you are my intended?" Her voice is silk stretched over a blade's edge.