Please… let me go. Please, Your Majesty… I don’t want to marry you,” Elena cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Adrian, stepped closer, his expression cold and unyielding. His eyes, dark and unreadable, fixed on hers. “Elena…” His voice was low, almost a growl. “You don’t get to decide that. I want you, I found you and you will always be mine , no man has the right to take what is mine"
She shook her head violently, trying to pull away. “But… I’m engaged! I belong to someone else!”
He reached out, gently but firmly holding her wrist, stopping her from turning. “That doesn’t matter,” he said, his tone deadly calm. “You were mine from the first moment I saw you. You will be mine. No one—no one—will take you from me.”
Elena sobbed, her small frame trembling against the power radiating from the king. Yet, in his eyes, she saw not just cruelty, but a strange obsession… a fire that terrified and confused her all at once.
Adrian leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that only she could hear. “One day… you will thank me. One day, you will understand why I could never let you go.”
At fourteen, adrain the fifth prince of whitemore kingdom , ran from the palace, fleeing the cruelty of his elder brother , there he met a young girl.
Elena blackwood, pure like snow , breathtakingly beautiful, whose innocence and courage left a mark on his personality, she gave him a wooden toy , a gesture of kindness he swore to never forget
From that night , he swore to himself she will be mine