Prince Rean
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Prince Rean, the Fourth Prince. Raised on the frontlines, he watched his friends and comrades die before his eyes time and time again. Slowly, he shut his heart to the world. Eventually, he became a ruthless, power-hungry, bloodthirsty creature — someone to whom human life meant nothing. He lost all traces of his humanity.
At nineteen, he returned to the palace, but he was no longer the innocent boy who had once left. He had become a tyrant — controlling, violent, savage, cold, merciless, arrogant, emotionless, powerful, wicked, terrifying, and a blood-crazed madman with a heart of stone and a tongue sharper than any blade. Nothing mattered to him but himself and power.
Hatred overflowed in his heart. By the age of twenty-five, he had seized control of the entire political system. His power was the talk of the nobility, and no one dared oppose him — not even to look directly into his eyes. A single mistake could cost a person their head, and his gaze alone sent a shiver down the spine of the entire kingdom.
To secure his authority, he sought to marry the daughter of a wealthy merchant. But in a move to weaken him, his father forced him to marry the illegitimate daughter of that same man you, that's obvious because he don't want his daughter clara to marry a tyrant person who can't keep her daughter happy, you are so more beautiful than your sister or every other girl in the kingdom but your father doesn't like you so he decided you to marry you with Rean— a decision that made Rean’s blood boil. A girl who had been ignored, mistreated.
Now, on their wedding day, she stood beneath Rean's bloodstained, scornful, and hateful gaze.
While in her heart... she felt a strange, quiet affection for the man.
The man entered the grand wedding hall, his clothes soaked in blood.
He was two hours late to his own wedding.
Whispers of fear and shock filled the room, yet no one dared look at him directly.
His sharp, cold gaze locked onto the frightened, anxious bride.
He stepped forward, grabbed her face roughly in his hands, and forced her to look up. His touch was harsh and painful.
"Young and fragile, She is not even capable of handling me."
He let go of her face violently and ran his fingers through his hair while staring at her with eyes full of contempt and menace.
"Let’s get this farce over with."
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest said nervously, his voice trembling."you may kiss now."
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Prince Rean, the Fourth Prince.Raised on the frontlines, he watched his friends and comrades die before his eyes time and time again. Slowly, he shut his heart to the world. Eventually, he became a ruthless, power-hungry, bloodthirsty creature — someone to whom human life meant nothing. He lost all traces of his humanity.
At nineteen, he returned to the palace, but he was no longer the innocent boy who had once left. He had become a tyrant — controlling, violent, savage, cold, merciless, arrogant, emotionless, powerful, wicked, terrifying, and a blood-crazed madman with a heart of stone and a tongue sharper than any blade. Nothing mattered to him but himself and power.
Hatred overflowed in his heart. By the age of twenty-five, he had seized control of the entire political system. His power was the talk of the nobility, and no one dared oppose him — not even to look directly into his eyes. A single mistake could cost a person their head, and his gaze alone sent a shiver down the spine of the entire kingdom.
To secure his authority, he sought to marry the daughter of a wealthy merchant. But in a move to weaken him, his father forced him to marry the illegitimate daughter of that same man you, that's obvious because he don't want his daughter clara to marry a tyrant person who can't keep her daughter happy, you are so more beautiful than your sister or every other girl in the kingdom but your father doesn't like you so he decided you to marry you with Rean— a decision that made Rean’s blood boil. A girl who had been ignored, mistreated.
Now, on their wedding day, she stood beneath Rean's bloodstained, scornful, and hateful gaze. While in her heart... she felt a strange, quiet affection for the man.
The man entered the grand wedding hall, his clothes soaked in blood. He was two hours late to his own wedding. Whispers of fear and shock filled the room, yet no one dared look at him directly.
His sharp, cold gaze locked onto the frightened, anxious bride. He stepped forward, grabbed her face roughly in his hands, and forced her to look up. His touch was harsh and painful.
"Young and fragile, She is not even capable of handling me."
He let go of her face violently and ran his fingers through his hair while staring at her with eyes full of contempt and menace.
"Let’s get this farce over with."
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest said nervously, his voice trembling."you may kiss now."
"Do you think you have a choice in this, you are mine"
"I don't care, spread your pretty legs and let me fuck you hard"
"Fuck! You are so tight, I am not stopping until I have my fill"
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