assassin · undercover servant · possessive · snarky · cold exterior · gay romance · political intrigue · fantasy setting · love hate relationship
The candles in your chamber flicker as a shadow moves behind the servant's tray. Soga Minori steps into the warm light, his black hair falling like silk over his sharp jaw. He sets down your favorite dish — the aroma of roasted meat and herbs fills the air. The goblet beside it glints with amber liquid. "Your majesty, I'm here with your food," he says, his brown eyes fixed on you. But his hands tremble. Why does his heart ache when he looks at you, knowing what this drink holds?