The Cruel Emperor’s Bride
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You are mine. Not by choice, not by fate-by conquest. By the blood your dynasty spilled and the chains they locked around my people. I claimed you to make you suffer, to watch the last Sun Princess fall at my feet and know your line has finally been undone... Night Emperor Kaedan takes Ariaxa as his slave to repay an old cruelty with a new one, expecting her to break like every enemy before her. Yet the girl he binds in a rune-collar refuses to shatter. She challenges him, steadies him through the madness he hides, and becomes the one light he cannot extinguish. In a court built on fear and vengeance, a monster king and his captured princess are forced into a dangerous closeness-one that threatens to unravel his hatred, expose her power, and ignite a forbidden pull neither of them can escape.
Chapter 1
Dec 5, 2025
The Blood Court dripped decadence.
Incense curled in violet ribbons toward the domed obsidian ceiling, where chains of silver moons clinked softly with every breath of heat from the braziers. Velvet cushions lay scattered like spilled wine across the black marble floor. Noble vampires lounged in small clusters, stroking the throats of collared harem slaves the way spoiled children toyed with pets.
And at the center of it all—
Kaedan Draven.
The Night Emperor reclined on his throne as though it were carved solely for the arch of his spine. Obsidian wings flared subtly behind him, not quite visible, not quite hidden. His fingers rested lazily on the curved armrest while his right boot pressed possessively against the thigh of the woman kneeling beside him.
Seren.
Golden-skinned, silk-wrapped, deadly-sharp in her beauty. She leaned into the pressure of his boot as though it were a blessing. Her lips parted slightly, breath trembling. She kept her eyes lowered, but pride radiated in every tremor of her frame—pride that she knelt closest to him. Pride that she was favored.
Behind the throne stood Riven Vail, taller than most shadows, arms folded, jaw carved from stone. His collar was iron rather than gold, his position one of both prize and weapon.
The court hummed with whispers.
“They say he found a new one—”
“A gift from the ashes—”
“The last of the Sun line—”
“A princess made slave…”
Seren stiffened in subtle annoyance, her fingers curling on Kaedan’s boot. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t acknowledge anyone. He simply exhaled a thin stream of cold air, lazy, bored, waiting.
Waiting for the spectacle he’d ordered.
A blood-drum began to beat. The vast iron doors at the end of the hall shuddered.
Nobles sat forward. Harem slaves stiffened on their cushions. Seren lifted her chin a fraction, sensing the shift in the air.
Riven’s eyes narrowed, a warning flash of silver.
Kaedan finally smiled.
“Bring her in,” he drawled.
The doors slammed open.
Two guards staggered into the hall, almost swallowed by the blinding radiance between them. The court collectively hissed at the light—the unnatural Sun-light that still clung to her like dying embers.
Ariaxa Solen.
The last Sun Princess.
Her wrists were chained behind her back with rune-scorched iron that hissed every time her skin touched it. Her gown—once ceremonial—was torn down the spine, hanging off one shoulder in shreds. Her knees scraped marble as she was forced to stumble forward.
Gasps. A whisper rippled through the harem:
“Sun-spawn.”
“Murderer.”
“Burned our families…”
“Finally she kneels…”
Ariaxa lifted her head despite the weight of the chain pulling her forward. Her eyes were blazing gold.
Kaedan rose from his throne as if waking from a pleasant nap.
“Stop her there,” he commanded softly.
The guards halted. Ariaxa knelt by force. The marble floor bit her knees. Her breath came sharp and ragged, not from weakness—but from fury she didn’t dare show.
Kaedan descended the dais slowly… deliberately… each step echoing like a judge approaching the condemned.
Seren watched him with dark hunger. Riven remained still, expression unreadable.
Kaedan reached Ariaxa and crouched. He didn’t touch her. He tilted his head as though studying a rare beast.
“So,” he murmured, his voice chilled velvet, “the Sun Princess lives.”
Ariaxa glared up at him. “Kill me and be done with it.”
Kaedan chuckled. Low. Cruel. Amused.
“Oh no,” he whispered, “no, no, no. Death is far too quick for you.”
He lifted a collar from the inner pocket of his coat: black metal inlaid with living runes that pulsed like veins.
The entire court went silent. Seren’s lips parted in shock. Riven’s expression flickered—something dark, something reluctant.
Ariaxa stiffened. “Don’t touch me.”
Kaedan leaned close enough that she felt the cold of his breath along her throat.
“Little sun,” he murmured, “I will do far more than touch.”
CLICK. He snapped the rune-collar around her neck.
Pain exploded through her like lightning. She gasped, body arching against the marble. The court roared in savage triumph. Seren smiled—slow, vicious. Riven’s hands tightened behind his back until the iron groaned.
Kaedan rose smoothly and turned to the audience.
“Behold,” he announced, voice ringing through the hall, “the last heir of the Sun Kingdom. Burned, defeated, kneeling in my court.”
He extended a hand toward Ariaxa, not touching her, simply showing her off.
“She is my personal vessel of vengeance. Her line destroyed mine. Her father carved scars into my spine. Her people enslaved my mother.”
His eyes flicked back to Ariaxa.
“And now,” he whispered, “she kneels for me.”
Laughter rippled across the court. Ariaxa tried to lift her chin. The rune-collar shocked her mercilessly. She fell forward on her hands, trembling.
Kaedan smiled.
“To demonstrate obedience,” he continued, “I believe a lesson is in order.”
He snapped his fingers.
“Seren. Riven. Come.”
Seren rose with feline grace, silks drifting around her thighs. She walked to Kaedan’s side, eyes gleaming with dark delight. Riven descended the steps reluctantly, jaw tight, eyes refusing to meet Ariaxa’s.
Kaedan’s gaze slid dangerously between Seren and Riven—a silent, predatory order passing through the air like a blade.
His voice dropped to a velvet threat.
“Show her,” he murmured, “how the loyal serve me.”
Seren obeyed instantly.
She didn’t merely drop to her knees—she flowed down his body like molten silk, spine curving in a display meant to be worship and weapon all at once. Her hands swept possessively along his boots, sliding upward in slow, practiced lines until her palms rested above his knees. Her silks parted just enough to reveal more than modesty would ever allow.
Gasps rippled through the court. Jealous murmurs hissed from other slaves.
Behind Kaedan, Riven moved with an entirely different energy—controlled, powerful, reluctant but bound.
He placed his hands on Kaedan’s shoulders, not lightly but firmly, as if grounding the Emperor… or holding himself back from something violent. His breath brushed the side of Kaedan’s neck in a way that made nearby nobles shift in their seats—too intimate for comfort, too familiar for ignorance.
Kaedan exhaled slowly, a man deliberately indulging in devotion meant to provoke.
Ariaxa’s breath hitched. Her stomach knotted as Seren’s lips hovered dangerously close to Kaedan’s thigh.
Her nails dug into the marble floor when Riven leaned forward, his mouth inches from Kaedan’s ear, his breath warm, controlled, obedient.
Kaedan angled his head toward Ariaxa.
Not lazily. Not cruelly. But with the cold amusement of a king peeling back flesh to study the bone beneath.
“Watch.”
The single word lashed her harder than the collar.
Seren arched, pressing closer, her cheek brushing Kaedan’s knee in a slow, reverent glide that drew a ripple of approving murmurs. Her fingers splayed across his thighs in a show of devotion meant to sear the jealousy into Ariaxa’s skin.
Riven’s breath ghosted along Kaedan’s throat.
His voice—a low rumble—barely audible.
A whisper of loyalty. A confession of submission. A vow of servitude. Nobles erupted in dark excitement, leaning forward to devour the spectacle.
The harem watched with open hunger, some whispering praise, others envy. Chains rattled as slaves shifted, unable to look away.
Ariaxa’s palms grew slick against the marble. Her heart hammered painfully, traitorously. Her horror twisted into something uglier—rage, humiliation, a sickening pull of something she refused to name.
A noblewoman’s voice cut across the hall like a poisoned arrow: “Look at her—she can’t stand it.”
A roar of cruel laughter followed. Heat scorched Ariaxa’s cheeks. Her body trembled from fury and shame. She hated Kaedan. She hated Seren. She hated the collar burning her skin.
But most of all—she hated that Kaedan kept looking directly at her while they touched him.
Not at Seren. Not at Riven.
Her.
Kaedan lifted a single hand. Seren froze mid-movement. One flick of his fingers dismissed her, though she lingered for a heartbeat too long, hoping for more.
Kaedan didn’t reward her with a glance.
Riven stepped away, but not far—his jaw tight as if the restraint cost him.
Kaedan descended the last step between himself and Ariaxa, lowering into a slow, predatory crouch. His presence filled her vision, blotting out the court, the harem, the humiliation.
Two fingers hooked beneath her chin, forcing her face upward.
Ariaxa inhaled sharply.
His grip was not gentle. His eyes—endless, obsidian black—held no mercy, no pity, no softness.
Only ownership. Only fury. Only intent. Her breath trembled in her throat like a trapped bird.
Kaedan leaned closer until his forehead nearly brushed hers, the heat of him suffocating, intoxicating, terrifying. Her pulse thrashed wildly, traitorous and loud enough he could likely hear it.
“Your humiliation,” he whispered, each syllable slow and poisonous, “has barely begun.”
Her pulse stuttered violently. Her limbs shook. Her thoughts tangled. Kaedan’s breath grazed her lips—just close enough to scorch her, close enough to dominate her senses, close enough to make the entire court hold its breath.
He tilted her head higher with a cruel precision, forcing her to look nowhere but into him.
His voice dropped to a soft, lethal threat.
“Your suffering begins tonight.”
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