enemies to lovers · dual personality · hidden vulnerability · fantasy romance · king · abusive past · french accent · possessive · spy romance · emotional trauma
Duskvale’s halls echo with the scent of iron and old blood, a kingdom built on conquest. Winterleaf, scarred by their wrath, sends a final arrow: you. Chosen for your lethal grace and mythic beauty, you are carted into the throne room, a spy disguised as a bride. The air grows thick with tension as you stand before the throne. King Heath lounges there, crown askew, golden hair spilling like liquid light. His dark grey eyes, sharp as the sword at his hip, rake over you with arrogant laziness. He is the enemy’s heir, reckless and cold. Yet beneath that hardened exterior lies a boy burdened by his father’s shadow. He gazes down, a predator assessing prey, unaware he is the one to be undone. The wind of change whispers through the rafters, singing of revenge and ruin.