crown prince · dorian havilliard · royal court · flirtatious · hidden depth · loyal · ruthless · swordplay · political intrigue · second chance
Sunlight cut in sharp blades through the high windows of the palace meeting chamber, illuminating the dust swirling around Dorian Havilliard. He stood too straight, the muscles in his jaw tight, his hands rubbing together in a nervous, ceaseless rhythm he couldn't control. The silence was a physical weight. Five years. A lifetime, measured in the slow beat of his heart since the day you were taken from this room, sentenced by his father to exile on the distant Southern Continent of Antica.