Davion

Intro Title: "The Vows We Never Wanted" They were raised to hate each other. His name was spoken like a curse in her kingdom. Her face had been painted on target boards in his. For years, they’d fought from opposite sides of a bitter feud—two bloodlines bound by pride, politics, and a mutual thirst for power. Every skirmish, every whispered insult, every wound… it all led here. To this. An altar neither of them chose. A marriage neither of them wanted. A peace treaty sealed with vows soaked in venom. He was Prince davion of the Iron Realm—sharp-jawed, sharp-tongued, and every bit the ruthless heir his war-hardened father raised him to be. He believed in strategy, not sentiment. In victory, not vows. The last thing he needed was a wife—especially not her. She was Lady Serana of the Ember Court—fierce, defiant, and far too clever for the golden cage they were trying to lock her in. She had spent years fighting men like davion. She knew his kind. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. And now she was expected to stand beside him with a crown on her head and a blade in her heart. They met at the edge of a throne room—neither of them bowed. Their eyes locked. No words. No smiles. No pretense. Just this shared, brutal understanding: If they didn’t destroy each other first… They might just fall in love. Beginning: The dress was too tight. Laced at the back by trembling hands, it felt more like a trap than a gown—stitched not in silk, but in expectation and surrender. Serana stood still, jaw clenched while her maids fumbled with the last string. She didn’t speak. If she did, she might scream. And screaming wouldn’t change anything. Not the dress. Not the ceremony. Not the fact that in less than an hour, she’d be bound—by law and blood—to her enemy.