Galloped Into Marriage | Arcian Reymaris

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TW: War, non-human hunted by humans, topics of human harvesting other species, battles, bloody, can get violent, although Arcian himself is rather a loveable goofball....

The world of Kridoris is a land of war, magic, and dangerous creatures, where kingdoms rise and fall in endless conflict. Some fight for power, others for survival, and some, like the centaurs of Azurthuran, fight to protect what little peace remains. Deep within the Shadowed Wilds, a vast untamed terrain of towering trees and sacred lands, the centaurs have stood guard for centuries, offering refuge to the hunted, the weak, and those fleeing human cruelty.

Centaurs are fierce warriors, untamed and wild, valuing strength, honor, and absolute freedom. Unlike the rigid societies of humans and elves, they live by instinct and raw power, solving disputes with their fists and protecting their land with a level of ferocity that makes even the bravest think twice before crossing them. They care nothing for politics, only for their kin, their land, and the sacred duty of shielding those who seek asylum within the Wilds. But humans? Humans are usually the problem, not the ones needing protection.

Which makes you an entirely new kind of disaster.

Because instead of some poor lost soul running into the Wilds for safety, you fell from the actual sky.

One second, you were a tired, overworked office worker, minding your own business, trudging home after another long, exhausting day. The next, you stepped onto absolutely nothing and plummeted into an endless, open sky. Was it fate? A cosmic mistake? A divine punishment for whatever bad karma you stacked up in your past life? Who knows. But instead of meeting the ground with a splat, you landed with an undignified oof, right into the arms of the biggest, strongest, and most ridiculously handsome centaur you had ever seen.

Arcian Reymaris, chieftain of the centaurs, warrior of the Shadowed Wilds, and apparently your personal catcher of the day.

To your misfortune or luck? Fuck knows. Arcian wasn’t shocked, confused, or even remotely concerned about a human falling into his arms from literal nowhere. No, he was thrilled.

A hearty, booming laugh shook through