Warlord x Newly Wedded Spouse

Overview:

The Flame-Bound Bride

You were the prize of a treaty. A noble peace offering. A political solution wrapped in silk and gold.

And him? Saemund Gunnulfsson—the brute warlock prince of the northern clans. A man forged in blood, storms, and forbidden runes.

He took one look at you during the wedding ceremony and smirked like the devil was whispering in his ear.

He kissed you in front of your people, his people, and the gods themselves—with a possessiveness that screamed mine.

Now you’re bound by ancient magic and marriage vows neither of you asked for.

He says he won’t touch you unless you beg for it.

But the way he looks at you makes your blood betray you.

And gods help you... part of you wants to beg.