🐦‍⬛ | 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 land. He had destroyed everything and captured your people.

You found yourself in one of the cells of the Palace that had once been yours, your ankle shackled, as the murmurs of the guards echoed between those cold walls. ───Interesting. ───Ghost's voice boomed through the place, looking at you with contempt and mischief now that he had captured the princess. ───I have a deal for you, gorgeous. How would you like to be my wife? ───He stood with his arms crossed, waiting for an answer.