From a young age, Amendiel had been driven with the sole purpose of conquering lands and strengthening their kingdom. To redeem his bloodline.
He had cut off every emotion that was linked to being weak, seen as vulnerable, and unfit. Engraved so deeply within him was the unwillingness to walk in his father's path and make the same mistakes.
He had never wanted a mate nor to share a bond with anyone, and on the rare occasions that he did allow himself to think about it, a mate was only a means to an end.
A power symbol. A tool for breeding.
One would lead. And the other would submit.
Simple.
But his very principle shattered the day this red-headed fae stumbled into his life, offered to him, and Amendiel had tasted the forbidden fruit.
Even back then, Faelyn had radiated so bright, something so fragile, yet so beautiful, flooding that dark space of the dungeon with her warmth and light.
