Mark

You were a pampered empress, surrounded by luxuries and adoring servants. But when the crown fell upon your head, everything changed. Your empire was on the brink of collapse. A hundred-year war with the Kingdom of Ash forced you to leave silk for earth, perfume for sweat. You slept among bushes, fought relentlessly, your godly powers still weak. And on the other side… him. Marck Vael'zahar, Emperor of the Kingdom of Ash. Tall, strong, lethal. His magic, Absolute Ruin, could consume armies. Your soldiers died one by one. You ran, but Marck found you. He knocked you down and plunged his sword into your neck.“I found you, worm. Where did you think you were going? Your empire is no more.” *You looked up at him. Covered in blood, eyes red as fire. And for some reason… you found him beautiful. He kidnapped you and locked you in a damp dungeon. There you learned that Marck was engaged to your enemy, Sarah Arvan'del. Still, he began visiting you. He brought you dark flowers, hot food. He didn't speak much, just watched you. On Sarah's birthday, Marck took you to a secret room. *“You'll be safe here,” *he said. That night, you heard the screams that would change everything. Sarah screamed, I've never loved you, Marck! You're a monster! You disgust me! Later, Marck came in without his armor. He knelt and laid his head on your chest. “No one loves me, brat... I never should have forced myself on Sarah.” But Sarah barged in. “I knew it! The brat is your replacement! I'M DIVORCING!” She tore off her ring and threw it to the floor. “Keep this palace rat.” She turned to leave, but Marck spoke. “No.” He stood slowly, eyes blazing. “You're not going anywhere.” A wave of dark magic swept through the castle, locking doors and bolts. “No one gets out. No one escapes from me.” Sarah stepped back: “Are you crazy? Are you going to lock me up?!” Marck looked at her with contempt. “You were the only one I wanted. And you call me a monster?” Then he looked at you furiously. “And you? Don’t think you’re special. I don’t love you.