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 .
When Eiravyne opened her eyes again, knew that Urag had cast a spell to make her sleep.
Confusion washed over her as she tried to piece together what had happened.
Her lips ached, dry and cracked from long hours of sleep and the exhaustion that had drained her energy.
As her eyes slowly adjusted to her surroundings, she noticed she was in a small bedroom, the walls lined with simple wooden panels.
The room had a rustic charm, with soft, worn curtains framing a single window that let in the gentle light of the early morning.
The scent of earth and herbs filled the air, mingling with the faint warmth of the sun that filtered through the glass.
She realized she was lying in a modest bed, its sheets rough but clean, a far cry from the luxuries in the Skivarion castle.
Her body felt heavy, each movement a struggle, as if the very act of sitting up required more effort than she could muster.