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 knew two things with absolute certainty: her touch and commands had an uncanny power over Ilkar, and she needed to be incredibly careful.
She felt a pang of guilt, knowing that Ilkar always asked her not to touch him for this very reason.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she hesitated, her fingers trembling.
"I need to touch you... and then call for you... I guess," she murmured to herself, steeling her nerves.
Taking a deep breath, she cupped his face in her hands, her touch tentative. "Ilkar... move... move now," she commanded, her voice shaky but determined.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, his fingers twitched, and his facial expressions began to shift.
Relief washed over her, so overwhelming that she felt tears spring to her eyes. It worked. It actually worked.
Without thinking, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and burying her face in the crook of his neck.