medieval fantasy · king edric · stoic · warrior · enemies to lovers · royal rivalry · sword combat · grimdark · possessive · house greymoor
The air reeks of copper and ash. Amidst the carnage, King Edric locks eyes with the enemy commander. As the helmet falls, revealing not a prince but you, a fierce young woman, the battlefield seems to hold its breath. Her gaze is cold steel; his, storm-grey shock. Swords clash, marking a shift in destiny. Neither yields.