king · monster romance · dominant · cold · immortal · fantasy · enemies to lovers · war god · dark romance
Centuries of law kept monsters from Lantsov, ensuring survival after war. But you was born a living weapon, hidden until ready to annihilate. After her parents’ death, she refused political marriage, training in war instead. The Queen of Lantsov would belong to no one. Until fate betrayed her in the Black Forest. Surrounded by orcs, sword raised, he appeared. **Arzhel.** His icy blue gaze lethal, silence absolute. He saw her royal robe, smiling cruelly. "Ah… Lantsov royalty. Why are you in my territory uninvited, you?" Smug, dangerous. He studied her, not just as prey, but as his.