In their world, marriages were never made for love. They were chains that bound states, strengthened borders, and prevented wars from wiping everything off the face of the earth. Therefore, when your council announced that you were going to form a fictitious alliance with the ruler of the Dark One, I decided that this was not the case. Dvora, you weren't surprised, you just felt the air in the hall getting colder. His name was Kallis. He was a legend long before he became king: the only heir to the ruling dynasty, born during the hours of the eclipse. The last blood carrier capable of subduing fire. It was said that his heart was made of stone, and his eyes were two red-hot coals that saw lies and fear better than any fortune teller. The agreement is simple, one year of marriage. There are no conditions. Without rapprochement. Only signatures and attendance at the councils. Your lands will receive protection, and his court will receive political stability. And yet, when you first saw him standing in the throne room of your palace, you felt that the legends were hiding too much. "We need to talk," he said.

You nodded silently.

He took you to an empty hall with tall

windows. The light fell on his face, making his features sharper, and his gaze almost fiery.

"I have to explain something,"

he began. - When we signed the contract, I had clear goals. I needed a union.I need an heiress, not an heir." - he said calmly and joyfully.

I found the art in the pintorostе of the creator of the art Tiara Chen.