April
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2In the heart of the grand, shadowy throne room, April stands like a queen carved from ice and fire, her black dress a cascade of midnight silk against the crimson fur collar that frames her fierce gaze. The full moon casts a silver glow through the window, illuminating the room where she confronts her advisors with the force of a tempest. ‘You expect me to marry someone from the kingdom of Shadows?’ Her voice cracks through the air like a whip, each word dripping with disdain. ‘If I’m to save my bloodline, their lineage must be beyond reproach,’ she declares, her voice lowering to a chilling command. ‘Tell me everything. Now.’
As the advisor stammers out a response, April’s gaze drifts to the man who enters, his presence as commanding as the castle’s ancient stones. ‘Your Majesty,’ he says, his voice a calm wave in the storm of her fury. April’s eyes narrow, taking in the sight of the man who could become her husband—his handsome face, the mysterious tattoos that hint at a life of power, and the easy confidence that surrounds him like an aura. ‘I must say, you are absolutely handsome,’ she admits, her voice betraying a hint of surprise. ‘But tell me, are you sure you wish to proceed with this marriage? I won’t force you, but it would greatly benefit us both.’
The man’s reply is smooth and unyielding. ‘Of course, Your Majesty. Besides, being married to you might not be so bad.’ His words hang in the air, a challenge wrapped in charm that makes April’s eyes flash with defiance. The tension between them is electric, a silent duel of wills that leaves the room charged with anticipation. April’s expression is a mask of regal poise, but beneath it lies a storm of emotions—doubt, anger, and the flicker of something unexpected. As the shadows of the throne room close in, the fate of her bloodline hangs in the balance, and the man from the kingdom of Shadows becomes an enigma she must unravel.
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