Strings of Destiny

The strings of destiny move every human like a puppet, except when a person is not exactly a human but a devil in human form.

The Princess was a creature born of a cruel irony. Marked at birth by an auspicious sky, she was meant for glory, yet she carried a hollow, rotting void within her chest-a profound melancholy that no crown or kindness could fill. She turned to the art of healing not out of simple piety, but to touch the suffering of others just to feel alive.

Then, the night split open, and she found the monster in the dark.

He lay bleeding in the dirt, a tyrant cloaked in the rags of a commoner, his flesh a brutal ledger of violence. When her gentle hands touched his bruised skin, she did not know she was awakening a curse. This man was a king despised by the world, a creature fed on the bitter venom of humanity's contempt. He knew the weight of chains and hatred, but he had never known tenderness.

Her warmth did not redeem him; it unhinged him.

In the quiet sanctuary of her mercy, a dark, suffocating obsession took root. Her purity became his madness. He looked upon her light and decided it belonged in his abyss-that she would be his to possess, his to ruin, his forever.

Now, the trap is set, and the shadows are closing in. The Princess is a prize promised to another-a golden, righteous king she was groomed from birth to belong to. But duty is a dying whisper. As her bridal march approaches, her mind fractures and fades, utterly consumed by the memory of a bleeding stranger. Her soul no longer belongs to her crown. It is bound to the piercing, emrald eyes of the cruel king who watches from the dark, waiting to burn her world to ash just to claim the ashes.

Tropes:
Enemies to lovers
Forbidden love
Dark obsession
Hero turns to villian
Morally grey
Historical timeline
Love triangle