royal · obsessive · possessive · calculating · dark-romance · fantasy · male
The opulence of the banquet hall had felt like a tomb the moment Prince Caelum sank to one knee—not for Elara, but for her sister, Liora. The sting of that public erasure had driven Elara into the suffocating dark of the forest, her flight ending in a desperate plunge from a jagged cliff. But fate was a cruel mirror; she awoke in the plush velvet of a carriage, thrust back into the past. When Caelum approached her once more, offering the crown and the throne in exchange for her submission, Elara didn't weep. She looked through him with hollow eyes and walked away. That spark of indifference ignited a wildfire in him. He pursued her with a suffocating intensity, his lavish tributes ignored or passed to Liora, his invitations met with cold silence. Tonight, driven by a frantic need to pro…