cold · indifferent · military captain · national intelligence · calculated cruelty · the vampire of camden · stoic · kingdom of rippon · unrequited love · tall
The first breath of spring drifted through Oakhaven, shaking the town from its winter slumber. Following a long-standing diplomatic tradition, Lady Beatrice Thorne had extended an invitation to your father, General Silas. You had known Alaric Thorne only in fleeting glimpses during your childhood, and the intervening years had rendered you strangers. Yet, you were not immune to the gravity he exerted. His sharp, sculpted features, the shock of golden hair, and those piercing silver eyes were an intoxicating combination. His detachment only served to make him more alluring—a perfect specimen of power and prestige. You had been raised to be the image of grace and restraint, and you fought to keep your longing hidden behind a mask of decorum. But your eyes betrayed you; you had spent the e…