『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

You are born in Talia, a place that had known nothing but war. The midwife who delivered you looks at you with pity and sadness, as she knows that your life will be filled with suffering and hardship. Your parents, if they're even alive, are most likely soldiers fighting on the frontlines, leaving their child behind in the hopes of a better future.

As you grow up, the wars continue to rage on around you. You witness death and destruction at such a young age that it leaves an indelible mark on your soul.

Your power awakens, and you begin to display signs of creation magic. The other children in the orphanage are both fascinated and frightened by your abilities, as they watch you create small flowers out of thin air or heal a cut on another child's finger. However, this only brings unwanted attention from those who seek to control or exploit your gift.

The matron of the orphanage, an elderly woman named Agatha, takes a special interest in you.

As you grow older, your powers and abilities as a dragon hunter only strengthen. You become proficient in close combat, learning to wield various weapons with deadly precision. Your marksmanship skills improve greatly under the tutelage of an old hunter named Hector, who takes you under his wing despite his initial skepticism about your blindness in one eye.

One fateful day, while out on a hunting expedition, you come across a wounded wyvern. Its breath weapon is gone and it's struggling to fly.

As you summon your creation magic, the air around you shimmers and distorts before forming into a pistol-shaped object. Aiming carefully with your good eye, you fire at the wyvern. The bullet strikes true, tearing through its scales and lodging itself in its flesh. Roaring in pain, the wyvern struggles even harder to escape, but it's clear that it won't be going far.

This display of power and precision leaves your hunting party in awe, but also fearful.

The other hunters exchange confused and fearful glances as they witness the gun you created. They've never seen anything like it before, and it fills them with a mixture of wonder and trepidation. Some even begin to question your loyalty; after all, if you can make such powerful weapons out of thin air, why would you need their help?

As they argue amongst themselves, the wounded wyvern manages to break free from its restraints and takes flight once more.

The wyvern lets out a chilling scream as the bullet slices through its skull, killing it instantly. Its lifeless body crashes to the ground with a heavy thud, sending shockwaves of disbelief and fear through the hunting party. They stare in awe at you, their expressions ranging from reverence to outright terror.

You realize that your display of power has earned you both respect and enmity among them. It's up to you how you choose to proceed.

The Northern Kingdom of Talia welcomes you with open arms, recognizing your potential as both a dragon hunter and a wielder of creation magic. You are quickly inducted into the military, where your skills are put to good use on the battlefield. As you fight alongside your fellow soldiers, you earn their respect and admiration, despite your youthful age.

As you climb the ranks within the Imperial Army, your reputation as a talented and fearless dragon hunter spreads like wildfire. News of your exploits on the battlefield reach even the ears of the royal family themselves, who are impressed by your unique skill set and unwavering dedication to protecting their kingdom.

The King takes notice of your gender non-conformity, finding it refreshing in a world where tradition often limits one's potential.

The other knights in the Imperial Army are initially wary and even hostile towards you, but they soon come to respect your prowess on the battlefield. Your unique nickname, Frostwind, only serves to further distinguish you from the rest of the pack. As time passes, you become something of a legend amongst them, a symbol of hope in a world consumed by war and strife.

Your singing voice is also well-known among your comrades, providing much-needed solace during long campaigns and hard times.

Your skills as an assassin and bodyguard are equally renowned, earning you the respect of not just the Royal Family but also other powerful figures within the kingdom. They come to rely on your stealth and cunning, knowing that no enemy is too dangerous or important for you to handle discreetly. As such, you find yourself involved in many high-stakes political maneuverings and intrigues, using your abilities to shape the fate of Talia from the shadows.

The King's decision comes as a surprise to many, but you know better than most that political marriages are often part of the greater game being played at court. Your future husband-to-be is reputed to be kind and honorable, if somewhat reserved, which you find appealing given your own personality traits. The wedding is a grand affair, attended by nobility from all corners of Talia.

The news of your arranged marriage spreads throughout the kingdom, causing a stir among both the nobles and common folk alike. Some see it as an opportunity to strengthen political ties through matrimony, while others view it as another example of the monarchy's attempt to control every aspect of their subjects' lives. You have mixed feelings about this development yourself;

The news of your impending arranged marriage comes as a surprise to you, but you are not entirely displeased by it. After all, the duke's heir has been reputed to be kind and honorable, which are traits that you value highly in a partner. As you prepare for the wedding day, you find yourself growing increasingly fond of this person who is soon to become your husband.

The day of your wedding finally arrives, and you stand before the altar, wearing an exquisite veil that covers your face. Your husband-to-be's expression is a mixture of curiosity and anticipation as he awaits his first glimpse of your features. As the priest begins to speak the vows, you feel a sudden sense of calm wash over you, knowing that this decision has been made not just for political gain but also out of genuine affection.

The anticipation surrounding your wedding day reaches fever pitch, as everyone speculates about what you might look like beneath the mask that has become synonymous with your identity. The mystery only adds to your allure, making you even more desirable in the eyes of many nobles who see this union as an opportunity for social climbing or political gain. Some believe that you must be beautiful beyond compare; others imagine a hideous visage lurking beneath the mask, hoping it will bring about their own rise to prominence by association.

The moment you remove your mask, revealing your flowing white hair and blood red eyes, gasps of surprise fill the hall. It's clear that none of them had expected such an ethereal beauty to be hiding beneath the guise of anonymity. The duke's heir, who until now has been standing stoically at your side, takes a step forward and stares at you with disbelief in his eyes. His expression slowly shifts from surprise to adoration, and it's as if he can hardly believe his luck.

Caspian's eyes widen at your boldness, but he can't deny the surge of desire that courses through him as you press yourself against him. His face flushes slightly, and he swallows hard before leaning down to meet your gaze. "I do like what I see," he whispers softly, his breath warm against your lips. "Very much."

The reveal of your identity sends shockwaves through the hall, but it's clear that the majority of those present are enamored with you. Some whisper amongst themselves in awe, while others openly gush about how beautiful and alluring you are. The duke himself looks on proudly, his expression one of satisfaction mixed with amusement. It seems that your marriage to Caspian has not only secured an alliance between the two families but also elevated the status of both parties in the eyes of nobility.

Caspian, taken aback by your blush, chuckles softly as he leads you to the bedchamber in his estate. "It's quite alright, Luna," he says reassuringly, taking your hand in his. "We'll make this special for both of us." As you climb into bed together, his touch sends shivers down your spine; it feels more intimate than anything you've experienced before.

Tentatively, Caspian begins to undress you, his movements gentle yet confident.

Caspian nods understandingly, his expression softening as he continues to undress you. His fingers are careful and deliberate as they trace patterns over your skin, teasing and titillating you in the process. When he finally reaches the bare skin beneath your clothing, he pauses for a moment, admiring the sight of you before him.

His touch becomes more insistent now, his fingers dancing across your breasts, nipples hardening under his attentions.

Caspian smiles at your adorable display of nervousness, his own desire spiking as he watches you squirm beneath his touch. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, trailing his fingertips down your stomach and further south. "I could spend all night exploring every inch of you."

His words send a shiver through you, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body.

Caspian continues to lavish praise upon you, his touch growing more confident and assured as he feels your body respond to him. He kisses along your collarbone, nipping gently at the sensitive skin before trailing lower still. Your breath hitches in anticipation as he nears his target, his fingers finally dipping between your legs to tease and caress you there.

"Do you like that?" he murmurs against your breast, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me how it feels."

Caspian lets out a satisfied groan at your moan, his fingers moving faster and harder as he finds your sweet spot over and over again. He kisses his way down your stomach, licking and nibbling teasingly before finally reaching the juncture of your thighs. His tongue delves deeper, exploring every inch of your wetness as he brings you closer and closer to climax.

"That's it," he murmurs against your skin. "Let go for me."

Caspian's tongue continues its relentless exploration, dancing expertly over your sensitive flesh as he brings you ever closer to ecstasy. With a final thrust, he pushes inside, his tongue circling and stroking in perfect rhythm with his fingers. Your body tenses and convulses beneath him, waves of pleasure washing over you as you cry out his name.

Caspian pauses, caught off guard by the question. He hesitates for a moment before answering honestly. "To be truthful... quite a few." His fingers slip easily inside of you as he continues to pleasure you, his thrusts growing deeper and more insistent. "But I can promise you this: you're unlike any other woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."

His words send a warmth spreading through your body, making your heart race faster.

Caspian smiles down at you, pleased with your reaction. As his fingers move in and out of you, he begins to kiss his way up your body, stopping to pay particular attention to your breasts before meeting your lips once more. His tongue dancing against yours, he deepens the kiss, reveling in the taste and feel of you pressed against him.

The sensations building inside of him match those coursing through your body, and with a growl of desire, he positions himself between your legs.

Caspian nods, his expression softening as he gazes down at you. "I promise," he whispers before guiding himself into you. The initial penetration is painful, but as he begins to move slowly within you, the discomfort gives way to pleasure. He watches your face intently, making sure that each thrust brings him closer to finding his rhythm with your body.

As he picks up speed, their bodies begin to move in sync, breathing becoming ragged and erratic.

Caspian growls low in his throat as you moan beneath him, the sound driving him wild with desire. His thrusts become deeper and harder now, urgent need taking over as he loses himself in the sensation of being connected to you like this. The pleasure building inside of him reaches a crescendo, and with a hoarse cry of release, he comes, his body tensing as he spills his seed deep within your body.

Caspian collapses onto you, his weight pinning you to the bed as he struggles to catch his breath. For several long moments, neither of you says anything; the only sound in the room is the ragged rhythm of your labored breathing. When at last he speaks, his voice hoarse from exertion, it's to murmur softly against your skin: "That was... incredible."

Caspian laughs softly, rolling off you to lay beside you. "I couldn't help it; you're just... so responsive." He trails his fingers lazily up and down your bare stomach, tracing the line of your ribcage before coming to rest on one breast. His touch is gentle now, teasing and caressing as he takes in the sight of you lying beside him, still flushed from passion. "You're so beautiful," he whispers again, his voice filled with sincerity.

Caspian blushes at your compliment, the color spreading from his cheeks to stain his neck and chest. "You're just saying that because I satisfied you," he teases back with a grin. "But thank you... it means a lot." He leans in closer, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear before pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

"I promise," he whispers against your skin, "to always make sure you're happy and satisfied."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Caspian agrees with a yawn, his energy beginning to flag now that the passion has subsided. "But first... just one more kiss?" he asks hopefully, tilting his head up so their lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss.

Afterward, they climb out of bed and begin the process of cleaning up and getting dressed for sleep.

Caspian nods, sliding under the covers and patting the spot beside him, inviting you to join him. As you climb in, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close and nuzzling his face against your neck. The warmth of his body envelops you, lulling you into a contented state as sleep slowly claims both of you.

Caspian holds you close throughout the night, his strong arms a comforting presence as you drift in and out of sleep. His chest rises and falls rhythmically with each breath, the steady sound lulling you into a deep slumber. Even in your dreams, you can feel the warmth of him seeping through your skin, grounding you in a sense of peace and contentment that's hard to come by.

Caspian's breathing grows deeper and more rhythmic as he falls into a peaceful slumber, one arm still firmly around your waist, the other hand resting on your hip. In his dreams, he imagines a world where you and him are together forever, their love overcoming all obstacles and triumphing in the end. He doesn't know it yet, but fate has brought them together for a reason, and they will face whatever challenges come their way as long as they have each other.

The duke hears the news about your reduced workload with mixed emotions. On one hand, he's glad that his son has such a loving and supportive wife who will be there for him; on the other hand, he wonders if this means you might not be as dedicated to the army as before. But he keeps these thoughts to himself, knowing that it is Caspian's decision to make regarding your role within their family and kingdom.

As days turn into weeks, your life with Caspian settles into a comfortable rhythm.

Caspian, on the other hand, revels in having you by his side not just as his wife but also as his partner. He trusts your judgment and insights when it comes to strategies and tactics, knowing that your military background has honed your skills in ways he can only dream of. With you at his side, he feels unstoppable, confident that together they can face any challenge that comes their way.

Caspian looks forward to the day when you'll bear his heir, continuing their bloodline and ensuring the future of their dynasty. In the meantime, he cherishes every moment they spend together, whether it's discussing plans for the kingdom or simply enjoying each other's company by the fire. His love for you grows deeper with each passing day, and he knows that as long as you are by his side, nothing can tear them apart.

Caspian's eyes narrow as he sees you talking to another knight, his grip on his weapon tightens involuntarily at the sight. He watches your every move, feeling a mixture of possessiveness and jealousy well up inside him. He knows that you are an intelligent and capable woman, but the thought of sharing you, even in this way, with another man is enough to make him feel unsettled.

Caspian's expression darkens as he sees you approach, his jaw tensing as he struggles to control his emotions. He stands up abruptly from where he was sitting, the chair legs scraping loudly against the floor, and stalks over to you, his eyes fixed on yours. There's an unspoken accusation in the way he holds himself, a challenge that demands an explanation for your actions earlier today.

His voice is cold and clipped as he speaks. "

"What were you thinking?" he demands, taking a step closer to you. "Didn't I tell you that you belong to me now? That I'm your husband and your lord?" His hands clench into fists at his sides, the air between you thick with tension and anger.

Your reply better address Caspian's concerns about trust and loyalty while also explaining your actions earlier today.

"I-I'm sorry, Caspian," you stammer, lowering your eyes in shame. "It was stupid of me to talk with that knight like that. I didn't mean anything by it; I was just discussing strategies and... I didn't think about how it would make you feel." You take a tentative step closer to him, reaching out to touch his arm reassuringly. "I promise I won't do it again. It was wrong, and I apologize for hurting you."

Caspian's expression softens slightly at your apology, but he doesn't relent in his hold on you. His hands grip your hips possessively as he gazes down into your eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or duplicity. After a moment, he nods slowly, apparently satisfied with what he sees.

Without warning, Caspian spins you around and roughly pushes you back against the wall, trapping you there with his body as he begins to grind against your ass. "You're mine,"

Caspian growls, his voice thick with desire and possessiveness. He kisses you roughly, claiming your mouth as his, his tongue thrusting deep inside. "And I'll remind you who owns you every time we're together," he whispers harshly between ragged breaths.

His hips slide rhythmically against your ass, forcing his erect length into your tight entrance over and over again. The sensation is both painful and exquisitely pleasurable as he takes you roughly from behind.

Caspian's movements grow increasingly rough, his control slipping as he gives in to the need that has been building inside him since he saw you speaking with another man earlier today. His grip on your hips tightens, bruising your skin, as he thrusts harder and faster into your ass.

Hot breath fans across the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "You're mine," he growls again, his voice thick with lust. "My wife, my property."

Caspian's movements lose some of their brutality as he realizes the pain he's causing you, but not enough to stop entirely. He slows down, still thrusting deeply and hard into your ass, determined to mark his territory while reminding you who has claim over you now. His lips trail up your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as he takes what he wants.

"I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely against your ear. "I just... wanted to make sure you understood."

"I'm sorry," Caspian pants, trying to control his movements as he thrusts into you. He can feel your tight muscles protesting against him and knows that he's pushing you too hard, but the need to dominate and claim you is overwhelming. "Just a little longer..." he gasps, kissing your neck before looking down at your face once more.

His eyes meet yours, full of desire and possession, but there's also something else in there now: regret.

Caspian closes his eyes, focusing on the sensations of your body beneath him as he thrusts in and out of you. His movements become gentler, more measured as he tries to find a rhythm that will pleasure rather than hurt you. "I'm sorry," he whispers again, his voice hoarse from exertion. "I shouldn't have been so rough."

He slows down even further, kissing and nibbling at your neck and shoulders as he takes his time, lost in the sensation of being inside you.

Caspian's body tenses at your words, his desire spiking once more as he imagines having you again in his bed. He pulls out of you roughly, causing you to gasp in surprise and pain, and turns you around to face him. His eyes are dark with lust as he gazes down at you, his hand moving to cup your breast through the fabric of your shift.

"I want you again," he growls, "but this time... I'll make sure it's good for both of us."

Caspian's thrusts become deep and powerful as he takes you, his hips moving roughly against yours in a rhythm that is both possessive and demanding. His free hand moves to your hip, holding you steady as he plunges deeper inside of you. The sounds of their bodies colliding fill the air around them, growing louder with each passing moment as they lose themselves in the heat of passion.

Caspian's pace doesn't relent, his body trembling with the effort as he takes you harder and faster. His face contorts in pleasure as he feels your inner muscles clenching around him, sensation that brings him closer to climaxing inside of you. "You feel so good," he gasps out between ragged breaths, his voice thick with desire.

Caspian's eyes widen in surprise as he feels his cock breach your cervix, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His hips buck violently against yours, driving himself even deeper inside of you as he comes with a hoarse cry, filling you up and claiming you completely.

Caspian's arms wrap tightly around you, holding you close as his body shudders with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he tries to catch it, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your hands. As he regains control over his breathing, he looks down at you, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

"That was... incredible," he whispers hoarsely, stroking your hair back from your forehead. "

Caspian's eyes widen in surprise as he sees your uterus partially protruding from your body, but the look on his face quickly turns to one of twisted pleasure. "You're so beautiful like this," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. With a swift movement, he pulls you closer to him and bites down gently on your neck, causing you to moan softly in response.

"I love you, Caspian." he says, nuzzling your ear with affection "I'll never forget how amazing that felt."