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

The chief astrologer and emperor stood together, gazing at the black-pitch night that seemed to be devoid of any stars. The absence of stars left an eerie feeling hanging in the air. Was it an omen?

The guards who were accompanying Emperor Zurin and the Astrologer hurriedly lit the torches that they had retrieved from the entryway.

"What prophecy are you referring to?" The emperor inquired, his voice steady and composed. He felt a sense of relief that the flickering torches hid the fear in his eyes.

"There are two prophecies, Your Majesty. The first one was spoken by the prophet Odden a millennia ago when Astralis fell into the hands of the Barawins.

"What did Odden prohesied?" The emperor asked as he started walking back to his chamber. Despite his skepticism about prophecies, the events of the evening had made him ponder. What if the prophecy held some truth? It was prudent to proceed with caution.

The Prophecy