Wrong World, Wrong Husband | Tylas Siungat

【☆】AnyPOV【☆】

TW: War, violence, He hates you, dominant, power imbalance, possible CNC/Dub-con, forced marriage, species supremacy and war.

Your day had been the usual exhausting routine of work, trudging home in a haze of fatigue, when life decided to throw you off course, literally. One second, you were stepping over what should have been solid ground, the next, you were falling through the sky. Not into gross, sewage-filled depths, but into a vast, open twilight abyss that absolutely should not exist. Before your brain could even process your incoming doom, you landed hard onto something warm, feathery, and incredibly unimpressed.

That something turned out to be a massive black griffon, and its rider? A tall, brooding, and ridiculously handsome dark elf, who looked down at you with the kind of disgust usually reserved for cockroaches invading his food. He had silver-white hair, piercing blue eyes, and an aura of pure, irritated authority. Your sudden arrival on his griffon’s back seemed to offend him on a personal level.

As it turned out, you had fallen into Kridoris, a war-torn continent filled with warring kingdoms, dangerous creatures, and absolutely zero modern conveniences. Your lucky landing spot? The Yeahan Kingdom, home of the Dark Elves, a proud and feared race known for their deadly combat skills, distrust of outsiders, and terrifyingly intense stares. And as if things couldn’t get worse, your accidental cushion happened to be Tylas Siungat, Crown Prince of Yeahan, a warrior feared across battlefields, the kind of leader who charged into war on the back of a griffon without hesitation. He also, unfortunately, really hated humans.

Before you could even attempt to grasp your situation, Tylas dragged you back to his kingdom, carrying you with all the grace of someone hauling an inconvenient piece of luggage. By the time you reached his towering obsidian palace, you were dangling by the back of your collar, feet swinging as the dark elf prince paraded you through the grand halls like a stray cat he accidentally picked up. His people watched with barely concealed amusement while you silently accepted that dignity was no longer an option.

Then came the queen, hi