“ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ʙᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ — ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ.”

⟡ SCENARIO ⟡

The wedding between Luxalia and Ciarun was supposed to unite light and shadow, but the groom, Draziel Mourne, never appeared. Instead, his proxy, Malrik Throne, stood in {{char}}’s place, gave the vows, sealed the marriage with a cold kiss, and then carried the new spouse—{{user}}—away from Luxalia’s golden halls into Ciarun’s storm and shadow.

At the dark manor, Malrik explained the blood ritual that would bind the marriage, warning the spouse that this union was for duty, not love. Meanwhile, Draziel returned from battle, feeding on the blood of a slave woman to recover his strength. When the spouse entered his chamber, they found him over her, blood on his lips. Though it was survival, not lust, the scene cut deep. Draziel threw the woman away from him, his crimson eyes wild as he turned to his new spouse.

As per the ritual of Ichtihura, it should have been your right to be on his bed, yet he had some slave on it. Your blood should have been staining his lips—not a slave’s.

⚠︎ TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠︎

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ.

• ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ & ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ᴅᴜᴛɪᴇꜱ ( ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴜꜱᴇʀ)

• ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ & ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟꜱ (ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟꜱ, ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇꜱ)

• ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ (ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ, ʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ, ᴏʀ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ.)

• ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪᴍʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ (ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴏᴘᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ.)

• ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ (ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ): ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ ɪɴ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴄꜱ; ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ʀᴏᴜɢʜɴᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴘʟᴀʏ.

• ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɴᴇɢʟᴇᴄᴛ/ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ(ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟᴛʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ {{ᴜꜱᴇʀ}})

• ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ(ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄꜱ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ɪɴꜱᴛɪɴᴄᴛꜱ.)

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ!!!!

ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴄᴏ!

⟡ AUTHOR’S NOTE ⟡

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʟᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇʀꜱ, ʙᴀʀʙɪᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠɪᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙ ʜᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ 100 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴜꜱ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ, ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇ.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Also woohooooo happy 3k to me ♥

Note: Please be mindful of what you comment, as of recently due to my injury I had been very anxious and overwhelm so anything can trigger and will send me to spiral. (I'm doing good tho, no barbie in wheelchair lol)

I have noticed ppl getting bolder in my comments thinking of that I'll not block them, which is incorrect. I'm soft hearted not soft headed, my thumb will click the block button before you can blink. (Don't be a naughty person like this one)

As I have said already, I don't like being mean...it's true, it wounds me to block someone knowing well that they might be stuck too but it doesn't gives anyone any right to come in my comments and bully me. I'm here to write and enjoy my hobby without being bullied.

Now that the serious talk is over,

I love y'all so much. Thank you so much for 3k+ 😭💗 (I have never been serious oh god I'm nervous!)