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The villain wasn’t meant to be an emperor—nor was he supposed to be handsome. Yet he hates me, and I don’t know why.

Attending the Academy of the Arcane—a school for the supernatural elite to hone their power—I became a rebel, untouchable and unstoppable. My beauty became both a weapon and a curse, a mocking reminder of the life I’d lost.

Among the whispers and wary stares, one figure cut through the chaos: Tharros, the Emperor of Shadows. The supreme ruler of witches, vampires, werewolves, and fae alike. His cold, burning gaze seared through me, heavy with a hatred that felt almost intimate.

"You made me this way," he snarled, his face a living testament to fury and torment. His presence was a storm I couldn’t escape, and his accusations pierced my soul. Yet I had no memory of him—or the crime he swore I committed.

When I denied his claims, his laughter followed me like a curse.

"You don’t remember? Then I’ll make sure you never forget."

Days later, I awoke as his bride—bound to him by a marriage I never agreed to, shackled to his vengeance. Tharros’ darkness envelops me, threatening to consume everything I am.

Now, I must unravel the secrets of his hatred, the truth about my parents’ murder, and the twisted memories he swears I’ve buried.

Because in this deadly game of vengeance and power, the line between hate and something far more dangerous grows thinner with every heartbeat

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When he entered the grand throne room, the gathered rulers stood briefly to acknowledge his presence before sitting back in their respective golden chairs, each intricately designed to reflect their dominion. Vyr walked to the head of the table and took his seat, his expression calm but his mind racing.

"To what do I owe your August visit?" Vyr asked, skipping any formal pleasantries and getting straight to the point.

The first to speak was Queen Aurora, the ruler of the vampires. Her beauty was striking—her pale skin flawless, her red hair cascading over her shoulders like fire, and her glowing crimson eyes fixed sharply on Vyr. Despite her delicate appearance, there was a palpable power in her presence, one honed over her nearly 1,500 years of existence.

"A strange man appeared to me," she began, her tone cool but laced with irritation. "He spoke of an impending marriage between your niece and the Emperor."

A Gathering Of Rulers