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

When the other elders saw their king kneeling on the sunbaked earth, a ripple of submission spread among them.

One by one, their weathered knees touched the rough ground. All but one—an old man whose silver hair and beard cascaded to his chest like a waterfall of frost—remained standing. Clutching a staff that seemed as ancient as the legends, he leaned on it and scrutinized Angel with his piercing black eyes.

"Are you really the 'Hamili'?" He asked, his voice being crisp and clear despite his age.

Angel stared back at him, calm and composed. Her green eyes were brilliant under the shimmering early afternoon sun, and despite the distance, the man could see himself mirrored in those orbs.

The old man lowered his gaze. He felt uncomfortable looking into those eyes.

The people who came with Angel were dumbfounded. What were these people doing kneeling in front of Angel?

In the Midst of Desert Dwellers