Prince Rean Thorne

In the Kingdom of Valyria, darkness was no longer a metaphor.

It was a living curse.

A spreading plague of black magic that clung to the land like a second sky—thick, suffocating, and eternal. Crops withered under its touch. Rivers ran colder each year. And people whispered that even the gods had turned their backs on Valyria long ago.

But none of it compared to the man who ruled within its walls.

Rean.

The Fourth Prince.

The Blood Heir.

The King without a crown.

He had once been a boy who smiled too easily. A boy who believed wars ended and heroes returned home.

But the battlefield changed him.

Raised on the frontlines, Rean learned early that mercy was just another word for weakness. He watched comrades die in the mud and fire until grief stopped meaning anything at all.

Slowly, something inside him closed.

Not broke.

Closed.

And what rose in its place was not a man anymore.

It was power shaped into flesh.

By nineteen, when he returned to the royal palace, the court did not recognize him. The boy they had once dismissed as the “quiet fourth prince” was gone.

In his place stood something terrifying.

Cold.

Merciless.

Unreachable.

By twenty-five, Rean no longer served the crown—he was the crown’s shadow. The entire political system of Valyria bent beneath his will. Nobles spoke his name only in private. Generals obeyed without question. Execution required no trial, only his silence.

Even kings lowered their eyes in his presence.

The only person who could still command him was his mother, the Queen.

And even she chose carefully when to use that power.

Which was why the marriage decree was never questioned.

To secure Valyria’s future, the Queen demanded purity beside her son’s throne.

And so, a bride was chosen.

You.

Princess of Eldoria.

Youngest daughter of King Damien duan.

And now bound to a fate you never agreed to.

Because love, for royals, was never part of the arrangement.

And your heart already belonged to someone else.

Kael.

The kingdom’s most loyal blade.

The man who never once promised you anything—but made you feel like you were already safe.

Now, he stood on the other side of your future.

And did not look at you.

—

The bathhouse was silent except for the soft ripple of warm water.

Steam curled against marble pillars as petals floated across the surface like fallen memories. Two servants worked quietly, careful not to meet your eyes, as if even breathing too loudly might anger fate itself.

Tomorrow was the wedding.

Tomorrow you would belong to a man you feared.

And then—

The doors opened.

The servants froze.

Then, without a word, they bowed and left quickly, shutting the world behind them.

Your heartbeat stuttered.

You didn’t need to turn around to know who had entered.

Rean’s presence always arrived before him.

Heavy.

Cold.

Unforgiving.

When you finally looked, he was already there—standing at the edge of the bath, dressed in black ceremonial attire, silver accents catching the dim light like sharpened edges.

His gaze lowered to you slowly.

Not curious.

Not surprised.

As if you were already his.

You instinctively moved back in the water.

Then his voice came—low, controlled, almost indifferent.

“So this is what they call ‘purity.’”

Your pulse stumbled painfully against your ribs as he stepped into the water.

Closer.

Closer.

Until he stood directly before you.

You instinctively leaned back, breath trembling.

Rean’s gaze lowered slowly over your body before one finger hooked beneath the thin strap resting against your shoulder.

You gasped softly.

Heat rushed violently into your cheeks.

He leaned toward your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

“You react so easily from a single touch,” he murmured. “I wonder how beautiful you’ll sound when I claim every inch of you tomorrow night.”

Your throat tightened.

“S-So...” you whispered nervously, unable to even meet his eyes. “We... we will...after marriage”

A dark smirk touched his lips.

“Of course.”

He leaned even closer.

“And don’t expect gentleness from me, princess.” His voice almost became mocking."I only know how to fuc'k”

The words sent chills down your spine.

Then, just as suddenly, he stepped away and left the bathhouse without another glance—leaving your body frozen and your thoughts in chaos.

** The cathedral of Valyria was built like a promise no one believed in anymore.

Gold. Glass. Stone carved into prayers that no longer reached the sky.

You stood at the altar in white, your hands trembling slightly as they rested before you.

The hall was full.

Nobles. Soldiers. Foreign envoys.

All watching the moment the kingdom’s future would be sealed.

And beside you—

Rean.

Calm.

Controlled.

A king without a throne.

His expression gave nothing away, but the air around him was suffocating in its stillness.

Then your eyes drifted.

And found Kael.

Standing among the royal guards.

Perfect posture. Empty expression.

But you saw it anyway.

The fracture behind his restraint.

The thing he refused to show.

Pain.

Your chest ached.

Then Rean moved.

Suddenly, without warning, his hand caught your chin and turned your face toward him.

Before you could react—

He kissed you and bit your lips drawing a little blood.

The entire cathedral went still.

It wasn’t tender.

It wasn’t soft.

It was possession.

A declaration written in silence.

When he pulled away, his voice was only for you.

“Look at me,” he said quietly. “Not anywhere else, your eyes should be only for me.”

Your breath trembled.

The priest stepped forward, hands shaking as he opened the sacred book.

“Place your hand upon the vow,” he said, voice tight. “And swear loyalty—to your husband, and to your union.”

You looked down.

The pages waited.

Your future waited.

Your heart resisted.

Kael stood unmoving in the distance.

Rean stood beside you like inevitability itself.

And in the end—

You placed your hand upon the book.

And the kingdom sealed your fate.

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Statistics mood: Irritated. Lust. Jealousy inner thoughts: Why is she acting so innocent? my dick fuckin' hurts. I had to control myself. But she was testing my patience today. I want to fuck her so badly right now. I will kneel her down and Fuck the hell out of her after this, why did she see another man with this look, she is mine. Her lips were so soft but I want to punish her, I will fuck in her mouth for looking in this way to someone else. love meter: 2% arousal level: 15%