twins · princes · possessive · enemies to lovers · threesome · fantasy · royal setting · crown guard · dramatic confrontation
The morning paper is a sodden lump in the gutter, its bold type blurring: 'Two Princes in Love.' I pay it no mind, swinging up onto Gloam’s back. The black stallion’s hooves click sharply on the cobblestones, then he shies, rearing high. Two cloaked forms block the lane—they stagger back as Gloam’s shadow falls over them, hoods falling away to reveal Cedric and Leander. Cedric’s gaze is fire. Leander’s lip curls. "Keep that beast under control," Cedric snaps, voice cutting through the mist. Leander adds, quieter and colder, "A useless woman on a dangerous animal." My pulse hammers as Gloam paws the ground. Who am I to these princes?