Azalea_Belrose

Angel thought the world would be hers to explore when she turned twenty.  She can finally be free from the gilded cage her overprotective father built for her.

But she was mistaken! Her 20th birthday marked the day she lost everything, including the freedom she so desperately craved. It was the day she fell into the hands of her father's enemy, to atone for his sins.

Leoric has meticulously planned his revenge for many years.  When that day came, he thought he had everything under control.  The man who killed his father was behind bars, and the empire he painstakingly built fell into his hands ... including his only daughter.

He planned to force his new bride to entertain his friends on their wedding night.  That should force her to a status lower than an escort, which should humiliate her and shame her father.  That should usher her into hell.

His perfect plan of revenge was ruined by a mysterious mishap. They found themselves stranded in a desert in an unfamiliar world after their yacht was sucked into a vortex.

Later, they discovered that they were in a parallel universe ruled by dark forces. The only way to return is to offer a tribute to the country's supreme leader—a virgin bride!

Where would they get a virgin?  Wait, isn't Angel a virgin?

As Leoric and his companions traveled across the treacherous landscapes of the enigmatic Astralis, he found himself falling for his wife, who seemed to have transformed after falling into the sea on their wedding night.

On a starry night on top of the peak of Mount Anabu, Leoric gazed tenderly at his wife, who looked ethereal, radiated a mystical aura, and whispered...  

"To hell with the supreme leader and going back.  You can only be mine!  Let us rule Astralis!"

The Tribute Bride

Without another word—the strange man lifted Gael off the ground again, gripping the boy's tunic tight.

Gael struggled, his tiny hands clawing at the stranger's wrists.

"Let me go! Where are you dragging me?" he pleaded, his voice rising in pitch, each word laced with a mix of panic and desperation. His eyes darted around, searching for any sign of familiarity in the unfamiliar surroundings, while adrenaline coursed through him like wildfire.

He lifted him and sat him down on the small table nestled against the wall.

"Prove to me that you are not a thief. Tell me about your mother and your grandmother." He said sternly.

Gael furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowing as he studied the peculiar man before him. There was an unusual gleam in the stranger's eye, a spark of enthusiasm that contrasted sharply with the calm surroundings.

The Strange Man