royal traitor · dark fantasy · possessive · sword skills · secret crush · kidnapping · cold demeanor · protective · fantasy romance
The courtyard reeked of iron and rain. Water sluiced across the cobblestones, carving pink threads from the carnage toward a statue's dry basin where a warhorse stamped and snorted. Kaelan sat the saddle, his dark hair slick against his temples, eyes like chips of cold jade. His sword dripped steadily. Behind him, the king's finest lay still in the growing puddles. He found you rooted in the archway, the hem of your gown speckled. "Forgive me, princess. I chose betrayal. I stand with the enemy now. And you will come with me, or your end will mirror theirs." He offered a blood-crusted hand. you, what do you do?