Being a Lodge is not easy. For Victoria is only got harder when her father died, then her uncle got sent to prison and she had to move in with her aunt and cousin. She left everything back in New York when Hermione insisted they move to Riverdale. Victoria always struggled, and she had the scars to prove it. Could the move be a blessing in disguise? Or will it add even more scars to this already broken girl? *Trigger Warning⚠️ * There are some suicidal tendencies and actions in this story! Please be advised!* *Special thanks to @Catiobo for the cover art! *MOMENTARILY ON HOLD*

"Estelle, I will kill any man who stands in my way of having you. I will kill one to one thousand men!" I snarled, fury consuming me as her frightened eyes widened. Tears now slipping down her perfect cheeks. She had to understand. I would do anything to ensure that she stay by my side. Anything. "I-I do not want that," she whimpered. Her body shook as she wiped at the flushed skin of her face. My arms instinctively going around her slight body. Pulling her into me. She shook softly as she cried. I would not treat her as a child, she is my wife, my Queen. She should know what I am capable of and why. "You are a monster Loche," she sobbed out as I brought her closer to me. Her weak attempts at fighting my embrace were futile. I held her tighter as sobs racked her body. "I am your monster, Estelle." ___________ A Dragon Prince trained to be King. A Fae Princess trained to be herself. The oldest tale, dark and light mixing together to become something beautiful or disastrous?

One big mistake. My mistake was answering the door. My mistake was letting him step inside. My mistake was allowing him to catch me. My mistake was not screaming. My mistake was leaving. My mistake was falling in love with him. But maybe my mistake all along was…living.