At the age of 14, Eiravyne suffered a brutal burn at the hands of her father, a punishment she believed stemmed from her own failings—her perceived lack of beauty, worth, and value. But years later, after the slaughter of her entire family, she uncovered the truth: the burn wasn’t just cruelty; it was a ritual, binding her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, a man her family had raised her to fear without question. Forced into an arranged marriage with the cold and calculating Duke, Eiravyne became ensnared in a world of political intrigue and power plays. Her fragile sense of self shattered further when she discovered her abusive family had not been her true bloodline. She was the last heir of the Sangrevers—a fearsome and reviled lineage known for their seductive cunning, treachery, and lust for control, annihilated by the king’s decree. Amid this turmoil stood Urag, a man as loyal as he was mysterious, bound by a past that entwined with hers in ways she couldn’t yet fathom. While Ilkar sought to use her bloodline for his ruthless ambitions, Urag’s actions spoke of a fierce loyalty, though his reasons remained locked in the shadows of their shared history. As Eiravyne struggled to reclaim her identity, she was faced with two impossibilities: resisting Ilkar’s cold manipulations and uncovering the truth behind Urag’s allegiance. ******* Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, female lead, romance,magic, obssessive male lead, good support side side characters, a lot of intimacy, enemies to lovers, powerful couple, evil and good , bad boy .forced marriage Cover: is mine, it is commissioned, i don't alow anyone to use it . The art of this novel is also comissioned ------------------- Follow me on instagram: isaac_black2013 Discord server : https://discord.gg/VNH4pKgyT3 ko-fi page: https://ko-fi.com/isaacblack ------------------- Check out my other contracted works: For male lead: *First Stygian Diviner: Apocalypse *Villain's Supremacy For female lead: *I created the villain *The body we shared .
Eiravyne's breath hitched, her mind swirling with the intensity of the moment. "Huh?" she managed to ask, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"You can't deny me my place," Ilkar murmured, his lips brushing against the burn mark again, his voice dark and possessive. "This mark is mine.."
Eiravyne shivered, the weight of his words and the intensity of his touch sending a rush of conflicting emotions through her.
"But I..." she started, her voice faltering as his kisses continued to weaken her resolve.
"No," he interrupted, his grip tightening almost obsessively. "You chose this, Eira. You chose me. This burn, this mark on your body—it's mine. You can't pretend otherwise. You can't deny me what's already mine."
The strength in her legs was nearly gone, and Ilkar sensed she was about to fall.