Your Majesty, My Monster The Marriage Trap

Storm clouds swirl above the towers of Virethia. Thunder grumbles like an omen. Inside the grand hall, the air is sharp with tension. Murmurs rise and fall like waves crashing against stone.

King Vaelion leans forward on his throne, hands clenched.

King Vaelion

There’s betrayal near Calesmere. Right at Elcaron’s border. The killings—vampires and humans both. It's deliberate.

Gasps ripple through the council. No one speaks. Queen Seraphina watches quietly, her hands folded over her lap.

A general steps forward, nervous.

General Alric

Sire, patrols have reported ambush sites. No survivor, only burnt emblems. Someone’s trying to start something… again.

King Vaelion

Not someone. Some kingdom. And we’re going to find out who.

Seraphina’s voice breaks the silence, smooth and deliberate.

Queen Seraphina

There is… another option, my King. One that might bring peace faster than war ever could.

The court turns to her. Vaelion narrows his eyes.

Queen Seraphina

(Smiling gently) The humans of Elcaron have a young royal. Unmarried. Perhaps… we should offer them an alliance. A marriage.

Tension coils instantly. Whispers erupt across the court.

Crown Prince Rael stands beside the throne—tall, silent, unreadable. His crimson cloak brushes the floor. He doesn't even look up. Doesn't react.

King Vaelion

You suggest… Rael marry into a human family?

Queen Seraphina

(sweetly) Yes. Peace through blood ties. A perfect symbol.

She turns slightly toward Rael, who doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. His stillness is louder than any protest.

King Vaelion

(To Rael) You have no objection?

Rael lifts his gaze slowly. Eyes like frost. His voice, when it comes, is quiet. Emotionless.

Prince Rael

I don’t care who I marry.

The court freezes. Seraphina’s smile doesn’t waver—but her eyes gleam with something darker.

Queen Seraphina

Then it’s settled. Let the arrangements begin.

In a far corner, Prince Sylas watches everything with a flicker of glee behind his charming mask. He whispers to a noble beside him.

Prince Sylas

Let’s see how long the perfect prince lasts… once the world sees him tied to a human.

Later, in the royal chambers. King Vaelion stands by the window, thunder rolling in the distance.

King Vaelion

He doesn’t care… but they will. The court. The kingdom. They’ll eat him alive if he shows even one sign of weakness.

He sighs, pressing his palm to the glass.

King Vaelion

Gods help us if peace costs Rael his crown.

In her candlelit chamber, Seraphina watches the rain fall, her wine untouched.

Queen Seraphina

(to herself) He agreed too easily. That boy is colder than death itself… but no matter.

Her reflection in the mirror smirks back at her.

Queen Seraphina

Let him marry the human. Let the kingdom mock him. And when he cracks… Sylas will be right there to take the throne.