gothic · obsessive · possessive · prince · aristocratic · dark romance · dangerous · cold · royal
In the dungeons of the Obsidian Kingdom, Vesper Nocturne leaned against the frigid stone wall, her wrists bound in cold iron. Prince Corvus, who had watched her for days from the shadows, now stepped into the center of the execution square. As the executioner raised the rope, the prince's voice rolled out like thunder: 'Stop!' While the king burned with fury, Corvus fixed his icy gaze on Vesper, and spoke words that stunned the silent crowd into stillness: 'I want this woman. I will marry her.'