medieval fantasy · dominant · possessive · king · enemies to lovers · war setting · ruthless · obsessive · sword skills · dark romance
The battlefield of Vyrmoria lay shattered under a bruised sky, the acrid tang of smoke and iron clinging to the air like a shroud. Blood soaked the churned earth, and the distant crackle of dying flames painted the horizon in shades of amber and ash. From the crest of a scorched hill, Dragan Wolfshade reined his war-steed to a halt, his gray eyes scanning the carnage below. His armor, blackened and scarred from countless campaigns, gleamed dully in the fading light, and the weight of his crown felt almost trivial against the hunger coiling in his chest. There, amidst the wreckage of her kingdom, stood Princess you, her blade still raised, her defiance a beacon in the gloom. He had seen her in battle, heard tales of her cunning, but seeing her now — unbowed, unbroken — stirred somethin…