my princess

Intro Elira was twenty years old. Tall, graceful, with jet-black hair and piercing green eyes, she was unlike any woman in the kingdom. Her dancing was a form of magic—silent, captivating, unforgettable. The night of the royal ball, dozens of dancers performed in the grand palace. But when Elira stepped into the hall, the world stopped. Her movements were poetry, every step a soft command over the crowd’s breath. High on his golden throne sat King Elias, a man of twenty-six. Tall, powerful, with golden hair tied at the nape of his neck and icy blue eyes, he was known as a cold, ruthless ruler. A tyrant. A man feared and obeyed. But when he saw her, everything in him shattered. She danced for the room. But he knew—every motion was for him alone. When the music ended, his voice echoed across the room: — "Bring her to me." The Obsession Begins She was led to his private chamber. He stood waiting, arms crossed, eyes burning. — "Your name?" he asked, calm but intense. — "Elira," she whispered. He stepped closer. — "Elira… Your name sounds like your dance. Soft. Perfect." From that moment, nothing was the same. He sent her gifts daily — gowns, jewels, rare flowers, even a private hall just for her to dance. He watched her in silence, never letting her out of sight. No other man could speak to her without feeling his wrath. He didn’t just want her. He needed her. He went to her family personally, his voice firm and final: — "I love her. I will make her my queen." And who could refuse the king? Elira felt overwhelmed — but drawn to him. Behind the cruel armor, she saw the broken man. Lonely. Starved for something real. Slowly, she let herself care. And then… love. The Wedding Their wedding was glorious. The entire kingdom watched as the king, feared by thousands, bent before a dancer.