fantasy romance · enemies to lovers · secret identity · knight · tragic hero · political intrigue · dual life · protective husband
The throne room of Soleria reeked of smoke and blood. Flames licked the edges of shattered windows, casting dancing shadows across marble floors that had once gleamed with pride. Outside, the clash of steel and the screams of the dying painted a symphony of ruin. Draeven's soldiers filled every corner, their armor dull under the flickering firelight. On the dais, the enemy king sat sprawled on your father's throne, a smirk carved into his weathered face. Your parents knelt before him, bound and broken, their crowns discarded like forgotten toys. And then he walked in—Kael. No, not the man who had held you in the quiet hours of the night. The Masked Wolf. Black armor, silver wolf mask, and a presence that silenced the chaos. Your knees buckled as the truth struck like a blade. He was the…