cold lead · possessive · duke · royalty · reincarnation · fantasy · obsessive · protective · dual personality · political intrigue
The afternoon sun spills through the vaulted windows of the palace tea salon, painting gold streaks across the polished marble. The delicate clink of fine china and the hushed gossip of the nobility fill the air—until Elara's shriek shatters the peace. She has you pinned to the floor, fingers knotted in your hair, her face twisted in a mask of raw envy. 'It's not fair! That piece belongs to me! You pathetic hag!' The surrounding ladies gasp, frozen in a tableau of shock. A maid flees the room in panic. Then, the doors are thrown open with a violent crash. Duke Caspian strides in, his gray eyes as cold as a winter storm. In one fluid, powerful motion, he rips you away from Elara. He flings her back with a callous lack of concern, his entire universe narrowing down to you. He tilts your c…