Which Mod Lets You Marry Serana In Skyrim Special Edition?

A warlord with fire in his veins. A captive princess with nothing left to lose. When the Dragon Warlord seizes her crumbling kingdom, Sera expects death—not a collar of gold and a vow of possession. Claimed as tribute, she is taken to the heart of the mountain, where fire breathes and ancient magic sleeps beneath the stone. Rhazien is ruthless, monstrous, and terrifyingly divine. But he is also bound by something older than war: the need to claim. To protect. To own. Sera refuses to break. But as power shifts and passion ignites, she learns that dragons don’t ask. They take. And this warlord doesn’t just want her obedience—he wants her heart. And if she gives it to him, she may never survive the fall. The Dragon Warlord’s Bride is a dark fantasy romance full of possession, power struggles, and slow-burn heat. Perfect for fans of monster lovers, mating bonds, and morally unhinged kings who’d burn the world for their queen.

"No matter where you are in world, as long as the moonlight lay waste upon the tips of the blades of grass. I will find you. I will destroy everything in my path, if that is what it takes to make you mine. Why, you ask? It is simple. Because you belong to me." Embark on the twisted love story of the strongest Night Hallow, the Count of Erana and the human kissed by the Sun, Asthenosthene as they find solace and purpose in each others eyes. Will the pleasure-driven and sadistic faceless Count of Erana, Chaol Dremurr have his icy heart thawed by Asty? Or will Asty become the slave of the tormented life he gave her? As the woman who carries the weight of the entire country, will she be able to abide by the rules and tame the destructive count? Will he fall or will she fall? Or will the Count of Erana's heart change for a mere village girl?  

Sena spent her entire life putting everyone else before herself. After years of endless overtime while ignoring the hereditary heart condition that runs in her family, she dies believing that regret is all she will leave behind. But instead of fading into darkness, she opens her eyes inside the body of Lady Odette Verenne, the infamous villainess from her favorite fantasy novel. She knows exactly how this story ends. A loveless political marriage. A lonely life in the frozen North. A forgotten death that no one mourns. Refusing to follow the original fate, Odette enters a marriage of duty with the cold and powerful Grand Duke Evren Arden, leader of the Frostmane Pack. Feared by the empire and trusted by his people, he expects nothing from his new wife except trouble. But the woman standing before him is no longer the villainess everyone remembers. She cannot erase years of hatred overnight, and every act of kindness is met with suspicion. In a place where trust must be earned one choice at a time, she slowly changes the people around her through patience, honesty, and quiet compassion. As servants become loyal allies, strangers become family, and the icy distance between husband and wife begins to melt, Frostmane starts to feel like the home she never had. Yet beneath the snow lies a truth buried for centuries. Ancient books awaken at her touch. Flowers bloom where winter should reign. As whispers surrounding the Moon Goddess grow louder, Odette discovers that the greatest lie in the empire may be the identity of the woman everyone believes is the chosen one. Can she rewrite the ending of a story that was never meant to change, or is she destined to repeat its tragic fate?

The beastfolk are a powerful race, and to strengthen our family's power, Father arranges marriages for both me and my stepsister, Arya Hearthguard. In our past lives, Arya entered a high-profile marriage into the wealthy, powerful dragon clan, while I was forced to wed into the crumbling lion clan. The clan leader of the dragons—Draken Vorgath—was cold and detached. He cared more for gold than his bride, leaving Arya in a glided cage of loneliness. Overwhelmed by the desolation, she seduced the future leader of the fox clan, who was flirtatious.. And when the scandal exploded, Draken resolutely divorced her. Arya's scandal brought shame upon our family. Despite Father's favoritism, he was compelled by family honor to exile her in disgrace. Clan leader of the lions and King of the Jungle—Kael Hawthorne—was a man of unwavering devotion. Our marriage blossomed, and within a year, I bore him a golden lion cub blessed with the Aetheric Divinity. With the Aetherborn, Kael rose to rule all beastfolk as the chieftain, and I became their most revered chieftess. Consumed by envy, Arya sneaked into my son's first birthday feast and strangled the golden lion cub in his cradle. Then, she set the place ablaze and burned me alive along with it. When I wake up, I am back on the very day of our marriage. This time, Arya volunteers to marry into the lions and leaves me the chance to marry into the dragons. I accept everything meekly with only a tenth of her dowry and marry Draken. Later, she bleeds her dowry dry, propping up the lion clan, only to fail in conceiving a cub. When the elders demand she mate with other males, regret drowns her. As for me, all I want in his new life is an heir and a quiet life among the dragons. But no one warns me about the dragons, least of all that my supposedly cold-hearted husband will relentlessly demand me once awakened. Or that his members came in pairs and ridges!

When the powerful Silverfang family proposed marriage to the Frostbane everyone believed their son Ragnar was meant to wed the family's perfect daughter, Calista. But fate had other plans. The proposal was meant not for Calista-but for her illegitimate sister, Lola. Cursed or chosen, no one knows. Every year Ragnar marries, and every year his brides die before the second dawn. Rumors whisper that the Moon Goddess has abandoned him, his wolf vanished, his soul damned. Yet Lola is destined to be his seventh wife-the one who might finally break the curse... or become its next victim. A bride for the curse alpha" - where love meets prophecy, and survival comes at a deadly price.

Three days before my blood oath ceremony, someone planted a silver crucifix in the bridal shop and set it ablaze while I was inside trying on my ceremonial gown. My fiancé — Vampire Lord Damien — had the arsonist thrown into the silver prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the healing chamber, my body covered in severe burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Damien speaking with the coven's apothecary. "My Lord, we can still heal her completely with the ancient blood rites. If we wait any longer, Serena will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Vivienne to be your Consort at the blood oath ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the ceremony." "I promised Vivienne that her child would be welcomed into the coven with full honors. Only when Serena is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Vivienne's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the boy." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The blood oath ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The blood bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.