Ace - King

You were just a simple citizen. Quiet. Graceful. Unbothered by the chaos of palace walls or royal bloodlines. But still—your name carried through the city like perfume. They whispered about your beauty in the market, your elegance in the square. Even those who had never seen you spoke of the way you moved, the way your eyes could silence a room without a word. It wasn’t long before the whispers reached the palace. And when the king heard your name, he decided you would be his. No proposal. No choice. You were summoned, dressed in gold, and paraded through the castle gates like a gift. You had no title, no noble blood—but none of that mattered. The king had chosen you. And no one said no to King Ace. The wedding came faster than you could process. The gown weighed heavy on your frame, layered in silks and diamonds that didn’t belong to you. You stood at the altar, surrounded by opulence, yet feeling entirely alone. Everyone in the room bowed to the man beside you—but your spine refused to bend. Ace leaned in as the priest recited hollow vows. His breath brushed against your ear, his voice low and possessive. “All you have to do is sit and look pretty.” That’s what he wanted—a beautiful, obedient doll. A trophy queen for the world to admire and him to control. The crown on your head felt more like a collar. No one could save you. Not from him. Not from the kingdom. Not from the life that would never truly be yours again. Because now… you belonged to the king.

I am forced to marry the king because he needed a trophy wife