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 Angel and their group stepped into the vast tent, a strange emptiness greeted them. The only furnishings were richly colored rugs spread across the ground, their intricate patterns whispering of an unfamiliar yet ancient culture. The air inside carried the faint scent of spice and incense, which had a calming effect.

Angel was guided to the center of the tent, where a raised platform covered by beautiful woven rugs awaited her. Beside her stood the King of Sunawin, regal in his flowing robes, and Prince Yael, his deep, dark eyes watching her with reverence.

The high priest and a select few elders took their places as well, their expressions unreadable.

Meanwhile, the three women in Angel's group were ushered to one side of the tent, while the rest of the men—including Leoric—were directed to the opposite end. Since the men outnumbered them, they were divided into three separate clusters.

I Am Of This World!