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In an ancient realm ruled by cold-hearted lords, the power of dominance and submission weaves through the lives of the powerful. Lord Zephyrion, the ruler of a mighty clan, is feared for his icy demeanor and ruthless methods. Known for conquering his enemies, his heart remains frozen—until he comes across Lysander, a delicate beauty from a noble family he vanquished. Captivated by Lysander's fragile appearance and defiant spirit, Zephyrion claims him as his bride, though not in the traditional sense. Bound by chains of possession, Lysander is thrust into a world of forbidden desires and ruthless control.

Lysander's life, once filled with dreams of freedom and honor, now revolves around the twisted love of a man who views him as nothing more than a prize to be owned. As their relationship intensifies, Zephyrion's obsession grows darker, intertwining lust and cruelty. The once proud and resilient Lysander is torn between resisting his captor and succumbing to the desires he never knew he had. Through this tumultuous journey, their lives spiral into a dangerous web of power, lust, and submission.

The novel explores themes of dominance, captivity, and the complex emotions that evolve between captor and captive. With every twist and turn, Lysander's fragile existence becomes consumed by Zephyrion's thirst for control, as he both punishes and cherishes his only bride.

My Only Bride

The mist thickened once again, obscuring Elara's figure as she vanished into the darkness. The ground beneath Lysandra and Zephyrion seemed to tremble with the sorceress's dark magic, and a chill swept through the air, cutting to the bone. Lysandra gritted her teeth, clutching Zephyrion's hand as she tried to steady her racing heart.

Zephyrion stood beside her, his breathing heavy but steady after Lysandra's healing touch. "We can't keep playing her game," he said, his voice low. "We need to find a way to draw her out."

Lysandra nodded, her gaze scanning the shifting shadows. "She wants to wear us down," she replied, tightening her hold on his hand. "We have to turn the tables."

Suddenly, a figure materialized from the darkness. It wasn't Elara, but a tall, gaunt man with hollow eyes and a sinister grin. His robes were tattered, and his bony fingers crackled with dark energy as he stepped closer, his gaze fixed on Lysandra. "The mistress sends her regards," he sneered, raising his hands as magic surged around him.

Zephyrion moved to intercept, his sword flashing through the air as he lunged at the sorcerer. Their blades met with a resounding clang, and the force of the impact sent sparks flying. The gaunt sorcerer twisted away with surprising agility, hurling a bolt of dark energy toward Lysandra.

She barely had time to react, raising her hands to cast a shield of light just in time to deflect the attack. The dark energy rebounded off her shield, striking the sorcerer with a crackling explosion that knocked him back. He let out a furious snarl, his eyes blazing with rage as he staggered to his feet.

"You'll pay for that, girl!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

Lysandra's jaw tightened as she gathered her magic, a determined gleam in her eyes. "I'm not afraid of you," she declared, summoning a radiant orb of light in her hands. With a swift motion, she hurled it at the sorcerer, the brightness illuminating the courtyard as it streaked toward him.

The sorcerer raised his arms to shield himself, but the orb hit him with a force that sent him crashing to the ground, the light searing away the darkness around him. As he lay there, struggling to rise, Lysandra stepped forward, her gaze cold and unwavering. "Tell Elara we won't be defeated so easily," she said, her voice firm.

The sorcerer's lips twisted into a bitter smile. "You think this is over?" he rasped. "You're merely delaying the inevitable. The mistress will come for you… and there will be a price to pay."

Before Lysandra could respond, the sorcerer dissolved into a cloud of black mist, leaving behind only the lingering echo of his taunting laughter.

Zephyrion's eyes narrowed as he sheathed his sword. "He was just a distraction," he murmured, his expression darkening. "Elara is planning something bigger. We need to find out what."

Lysandra's heart sank as she realized the gravity of his words. "If she's using others to weaken us, then she's already one step ahead," she said, frustration tightening in her chest.

"We'll figure it out," Zephyrion assured her, his voice firm. "We've come this far together, and we'll continue to fight… no matter what."

Lysandra took a deep breath, nodding as she met his gaze. "We'll be ready," she vowed, a renewed resolve igniting within her. "For whatever comes next."

To be continued…

Chapter 47: A Price to Pay