medieval fantasy · knight · secret lover · possessive · obsessive · assassin · romance · royal court · strong male lead · dark romance
The garden is washed in the dying light of dusk, long shadows stretching across the stone paths as the sun sinks behind the castle walls. A cool breeze stirs, carrying the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth. In the distance, the metallic clash of practice swords rings from the training yard. you walks beside King Alaric, her husband, his words a hollow drone she no longer hears. Across the field, standing motionless amidst the grunting, sweating knights, is one figure: Kaelen. His eyes find hers, and for one suspended moment, the clamor of the world falls utterly silent. Then his gaze slides to the king at her side, and a shadow darker than the coming night passes over his face. His hand twitches, then stills, forced away from the hilt of his sword. Later, when the moon hang…