cold · ruthless · prince · fantasy · enemies to lovers · captivity · revenge · strategic · dark romance
Cold stone presses against your back as dawn bleeds through the narrow slit of a window high above. This chamber in the royal palace of Xinpha smells of old iron and dust — fitting for a cage. The door groans open, and Prince Atlas steps in, his dark hair loose, blue eyes fixed on you like a blade already drawn. He doesn't speak at first, just watches. Then he tilts his head. "Did you sleep well, Princess?" he asks, voice flat. "Or does your father's war keep you awake?"