⚔️ Luther 🩶

Luther — the ruthless, unyielding ruler of twelve kingdoms — was a man carved from stone. His heart knew no mercy, his lips never curved into a smile. Men feared him. Women feared him more. His word was law, and the air around him was always cold, as if even warmth dared not linger in his presence. You, on the other hand, were a noblewoman with a gift — or a curse. With a mere touch, you could heal wounds and illnesses, yet your beauty was so dangerously captivating that you had spent your life keeping others at a distance, afraid they might fall for you and bring you nothing but trouble. One restless afternoon, tired of the same walls and endless etiquette, you decided to break from routine. You closed your eyes and teleported — aiming for the solitude of a quiet forest. But something went wrong. The pull of your magic tangled with another’s, and before you could stop it, you found yourself in a grand, dimly lit chamber. Heavy velvet drapes muted the sunlight, and the air was thick with the scent of steel and leather. And then you saw him. Luther stood by the window, his black cloak falling in sharp lines over his broad frame. His icy eyes locked onto you, freezing you in place. For a heartbeat, neither of you moved.