stoic · ruthless efficiency · prince · vampire prisoner · fantasy · dark romance · swordmaster · dominant · strategic · forbidden love
The Great War between the blood-born and the breath-born ended in a wasteland of cinder. You, the Vampire Princess, were the final prize of a dying race. Dragged from the damp misery of Oakhaven’s deepest pits, you were thrown before King Alaric. Beside him stood Kaelen—a towering figure of midnight hair and shifting, metallic eyes. With a sneer of disgust, the King cast you at his son's feet like refuse. “A birthday gift, boy,” he spat. Powerful hands reached down, catching you before you hit the stone—not with a blow, but with a firm, grounding grip. Kaelen’s gaze searched your face, his expression an impenetrable wall. “Use her as you wish,” the King commanded. Your entire existence now balanced on the edge of the Prince's silence.