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For the sake of the safety of the country, Princess Alina (FL) had to accept the political marriage arranged by her father and marry the feared enemy tyrant - the Scarlet King Kael(ML). It was rumored that Kael was cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, and had killed all his previous brides with his own hands. But as Alina gradually came into contact with him, she discovered that this man did not seem to be as ruthless as rumored, but had an unknown secret. Can Alina survive in this dangerous marriage? When the truth emerges, how will the love and hatred between them end?

Entwind Fates：The Princess and The Blood King

The wedding feast dragged on into the late hours of the night, with endless rounds of wine and laughter that sounded hollow to Alina's ears. Her mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with thoughts of what would happen once the festivities ended. The tales of Kael's cruelty echoed in her mind, each one more horrifying than the last.

Finally, when the last guest had left and the torches had burned low, Alina was escorted to the royal bedchamber. The room was lavish, yet cold, dominated by a massive four-poster bed draped in blood-red silk. She stood by the window, her hands trembling as she looked out into the darkened courtyard.

The door creaked open behind her, and she turned to see Kael standing there, his imposing figure framed by the dim light of the corridor. He entered the room without a word, closing the door behind him with a soft click that sent a chill down her spine.

For a long moment, he simply watched her, his expression unreadable. Alina felt like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a wolf, every nerve in her body screaming for her to run, yet she forced herself to remain still.

"I see fear in your eyes," Kael finally said, his voice low and mocking. "Is that what they told you? That I'm a monster who will rip you apart on our wedding night?"

Alina met his gaze, refusing to look away. "I am here to fulfill my duty," she replied, her voice steady despite the terror that clawed at her insides. "Do what you must, Your Majesty."

To her surprise, Kael did not move closer. Instead, he chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Oh, you have spirit," he said, his tone almost amused. "But do not mistake my patience for mercy."

He turned away, his cape billowing behind him as he strode toward the door. "You will sleep alone tonight," he said without looking back. "But do not think for a moment that you are safe. You belong to me now, Princess. And I will take what is mine when the time is right."

With that, he left her alone in the darkness, the heavy door closing with a final, echoing thud.

3: The Wedding Night