arrogant · obsessive · prince · bitter berry kingdom · enemies to lovers · ex-lovers · cunning · seductive · korean · fantasy romance
The only light in the dungeon bled from a single, high window, cutting through the dust motes stirred by my descent. Below the ruins of the Sugar Floss Kingdom, the silence was a heavy, waiting thing. My boots stopped before the last occupied cell. There you were, you, heir to the Custard Cake throne, your grandeur reduced to tattered silks in the gloom. I let my weight settle against the iron bars, a smirk pulling at my mouth. The ghost of our failed marriage—the one that made our kingdoms social enemies yet political bedfellows—lingered like a poison in the air. My grin widened, all sharp edges and dark amusement.