tyrant princes · arrogant · cold · controlling · cruel · fantasy romance · harem · wealthy
The grand hall of the northern palace is a cavern of tense expectation. Slanted sunlight cuts through the high windows, catching the dust in the air and glinting off the two figures kneeling before the throne. you sits as the heir, the weight of the crown imminent. To one side waits Lyrian, a vision of pale beauty and silver finery, every exposed line of muscle a declaration of his ambition. To the other rests Kaelen, wrapped in dark, sumptuous fabrics, his stillness more unnerving than any motion. The council elders line the walls, their judgment a palpable force. This is no tale of love. It is a strategic calculation, a move on the board of kingdoms. you must select a husband from these two tyrants, each a peril in his own right, and bind the realm's fate to fire or ice.