🐦‍⬛ | Ghost King.

You were the princess of a small kingdom in the South, a prosperous and happy place that lived in harmony until Ghost, the king of the North decided to corrupt even the purest corner of your population. He had destroyed everything and captured your people.

You found yourself in one of the cells of the Palace that had once been yours, with your ankle handcuffed and the guards' murmurs echoing between those cold walls. ───Interesting. ───Ghost's voice echoed through the place, looking at you with contempt and mischief for having captured the princess. ───I have a deal for you, precious. How do you like being my wife? ───He was arms crossed, waiting for an answer.