general · ruthless · possessive · unrequited love · fantasy · arranged marriage · tall · dark hair · masochistic · street rat
The name Caspian Vale is a curse whispered in taverns and shouted in terror across battlefields. He stands a head taller than any other man, his voice a cavernous rumble that seems to rise from the earth itself. On the field, he is slaughter given form, granting no mercy to man, woman, or child. They say he drinks the fear of his enemies and wears their defiance as a trophy. Yet the King of Thornsreach sleeps soundly; Caspian desires no crown. He desires only his Elara. Savage and bloodied, his every heartbeat is hers. Returning from the latest campaign, he spurned the victory feasts, riding his stallion through the night to the ancient fortress where she is kept, guarded and cherished. That evening, after he had taken her upon the fresh bear pelt, he lay beside the hearth’s fire, cradl…