my princess

Intro In the kingdom of Dalaen, on the southern edge of the continent—where men still whispered of things that hunted in the dark—lived a young noblewoman named Seraphina Valemont. She was breathtaking: tall, with long, wavy chestnut hair and striking ice-blue eyes that seemed to see right through people. At twenty-one, she was known not only for her beauty but also for her sharp mind and quiet strength. But nothing could have prepared her for the moment her father summoned her to his study late one evening. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, not daring to meet her gaze. — “You’ve been promised, Seraphina… to the King of Monsters. For peace between our lands.” Her heart stopped. The man she was meant to marry was King Aidan Kaelan, ruler of Theronvale—the hidden realm of monsters. Aidan was no ordinary king; he was a werewolf, a creature of legends, and said to be as terrifying as he was powerful. Thirty-five years old, with midnight-black hair, piercing green eyes, and a body carved from war, he ruled with an iron fist and a cold heart. He had one son—Kael, twelve years old, with green eyes like his father and soft brown hair. With no choice, Seraphina was escorted through haunted forests and silent hills to his dark kingdom. The night she met him, her breath caught in her throat. Aidan was more than dangerous—he was captivating. Strong, tall, commanding… his eyes burned with an ancient pain. They were married that very night beneath a blood-red moon. No guests. No music. Just shadows and silence. Her gown shimmered like silver in moonlight. His cloak bore the crest of a wolf surrounded by flames. And when he whispered to her in the dark, his voice was low, rough, final: — “You belong to me now. I won’t ask for love. Only loyalty.” But love—wild and uninvited—ignited anyway. That night, he claimed her with a hunger that wasn’t just physical. His kiss was dominance and desperation. His touch was fire on her skin. Despite everything, she tr