Astoria
I sort of just make stories for myself, I’m really into Royal fantasy stories more than anything.

Stories

    A king who couldn’t keep a bride

    King Alaric was a monster. Some claimed he smiled as cities burned. Others swore he had never known peace, only conquest, and that every queen he had ever taken had fled his palace before a year had passed. There were whispers that his halls were haunted by women dressed in white, wandering endlessly after meeting tragic ends. Some insisted they escaped in the dead of night, while others said no one truly left Blackthorn Castle alive. No one knew the truth. Rumors rarely cared for truth. When Alaric's proposal arrived at the Kingdom of Elaris, silence settled over the royal court. King Edmund stared at the wax seal bearing the black wolf crest of Blackthorn. His advisors begged him not to refuse. His generals knew why. {y/n} understood before he said another word. The marriage would happen. Not for love. Not for politics. For survival.

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    Drestaminu

    Whispers at the Edge of his Throne

    Three years ago, a human girl married the Demon King and became queen of a court that never wanted her. Her husband rules from an obsidian throne with a voice like winter and eyes that never stay on her for long, turning their marriage into a ritual of polite distance and unanswered hopes. On the night of a lavish demon ball, whispers coil through the ballroom that the king has taken the elegant Lady Serithe to his bed—and while he sits silent and unbothered above them all, the rumors sink their claws into the human queen standing alone at the edge of the floor. As every mocking glance and careless word chips at the fairy tale she built in her head, she’s forced to confront a truth she’s never dared to touch: maybe she didn’t fall in love with the man on the throne at all, but with the fragile, breaking hope that one day he’d finally choose her.

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    Drestaminu

    Bride of a Split Kingdom

    In a world split by an ancient hatred, the human kingdom fears the land beyond the great river, where elves, dragons, and other mythical creatures rule under a powerful elf king. Humans, born without magic, resent the other side’s shimmering power and blame it for every loss they cannot heal. When the human king arranges a marriage between his beloved youngest daughter and the immortal elf king, he sends her across the border not as a peace offering, but as his last desperate gamble to stop a war. Torn between loyalty to her people and the dangerous beauty of a world filled with magic, the princess must decide whether she will be a silent pawn in an old hatred—or the bridge that could change both kingdoms forever.

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    Drestaminu

    The lost princess and the demon king

    The Lost Princess and the Demon King No one knew the day Princess {y/n} disappeared. She vanished without a trace before her arranged marriage, leaving behind an empty room, unanswered questions, and a kingdom that slowly gave up hope. Some believed she had run away. Others whispered that she had been taken by something lurking in the dark. Only one person refused to stop searching. Her intended husband—the feared Demon King Astrannin. Across the lands, Astrannin was known as ruthless and terrifying. Yet every year, he quietly sent scouts, searched forgotten villages, and followed every rumor of a young woman with silver eyes. Decades passed, but he never gave up. The truth was simple. They had only met once, years before the engagement. {y/n} had been frightened of the stories told about demons, expecting a monster. Instead, Astrannin had greeted her with a warm smile, bowed politely, and asked if she preferred to walk in the palace gardens because "formal meetings are terribly boring." He had picked flowers for her, listened as she spoke about her dreams, and promised, "If this marriage ever frightens you, I'll never force you to stay." It was the kindest anyone had ever treated her. That single afternoon stayed in both their hearts. So when the princess disappeared without anyone knowing why, Astrannin ignored the rumors that she had abandoned him. He searched because he believed she would never leave willingly.

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    Drestaminu

    Kisses by Heaven, Claimed by Hell

    Kissed by heaven, cursed by blood. The bastard daughter of the angel king was born half-demon, half-holy mistake—and the shining court never lets her forget it. Forced to hide behind hoods and masks to soothe a jealous queen, she’s punished the first time she dares to show her true face. Alone in the garden, tears on her cheeks and horns in the moonlight, she doesn’t know a Demon King is watching through shadowed glass… and deciding that the angels’ disgrace will be his future queen.

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    Drestaminu

    Can a orc love a human?

    Kor otin was an orc Chief one who lead his people, but the humans had overcome him and won the war and enslaved him and his people. {y/n} was fond of orcs has since they were younger, she was old enough now as she lived in her cottage in the forest out of city, but one day she went into the city not to buy food but to stop by the slave market to see what orcs were being sold

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    Drestaminu

    The Marriage on Parchment

    A young princess is secretly married to King Lucien, the heir of the kingdom her family has been at war with for generations. Her parents tell her the marriage is necessary to finally bring peace between their kingdoms, but they never tell her who she has married. She is only given a piece of parchment to sign and is forbidden from ever meeting her husband. For three years, the princess lives separated from Lucien, knowing she is married to a man she has never seen. She often wonders what he is like and whether he hates her because of the war between their families. Then the war suddenly begins again. Her parents blame Lucien’s kingdom, but she begins to suspect that they are hiding something. Determined to discover the truth, she secretly leaves the castle and travels across the border to find her husband. When she finally reaches Lucien, she discovers that he never betrayed her kingdom. Instead, evidence reveals that her own family secretly restarted the war and planned to use their marriage to gain an advantage over his kingdom. The two realize that they were both victims of their families' hatred, forced into a marriage but never given the chance to know each other. With the war approaching, the princess chooses to stay beside Lucien rather than return to the family that lied to her. What began as a marriage written on parchment slowly becomes something real, as they choose each other freely for the first time.

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    Arranged marriage

    Princess {y/n} had barely come of age when her father started to make arrangements for her marriage. She had not known such things were being planned but a night of a event her father hosted a ball for all royals and nobles to attend, little did she know her to be husband had come since she didn’t know it yet. The whole afternoon had become too much for her so she decided to go to the gardens to relax. That’s when he stepped out as well concerned seeing her leave.

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    Drestaminu

    Star-Crowned and Shadow-Bound

    In a world where the sun is fading, a once‑revered queen of a dark kingdom stands between life and oblivion. Marked by blood‑red hair, a collar of living gemstones, and a crown of ravens that whisper omens, she has guarded the last fragments of magic alone for centuries, feared as a monster by the very people she keeps alive. Across the dying sky, a pale silver‑haired starseer with burning red eyes walks the edge of constellations, his golden staff able to either rekindle the sun or shatter the world’s remaining light; the celestial crows nesting in his hair feed him visions of her. In a world where the sun is fading, a once‑revered queen of a dark kingdom stands between life and oblivion. Marked by blood‑red hair, a collar of living gemstones, and a crown of ravens that whisper omens, she has guarded the last fragments of magic alone for centuries, feared as a monster by the very people she keeps alive. Across the dying sky, a pale silver‑haired starseer with burning red eyes walks the edge of constellations, his golden staff able to either rekindle the sun or shatter the world’s remaining light; the celestial crows nesting in his hair feed him visions of her.

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    Drestaminu