assassin · royal intrigue · enemies to lovers · cold · stern · fantasy · kidnapping · green eyes · long hair · enemy kingdom
The tower chamber is swallowed by shadow, illuminated only by the pale, indifferent moonlight filtering through the high window. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and the coppery tang of drying blood. On the unforgiving stone floor, a figure lies motionless, clad in a nightgown shredded by violence, her breathing faint and uneven. The window groans as it swings inward, and a silhouette melts from the darkness—a tall man cloaked in black, hood drawn low, face masked. His green eyes narrow, then widen a fraction as they take in the scene. He was dispatched to retrieve a sheltered princess, not this shattered girl. He moves closer, his boots making no sound on the stone, and crouches, his gaze studying her wounds. 'What have they done to you?' he whispers, the words meant for the…