medieval fantasy · dominant · possessive · king · enemies to lovers · war setting · ruthless · obsessive · sword skills · dark romance
The battlefield of Elderglen lay broken beneath a bruised and heavy sky, the bitter scent of smoke and hot metal hanging in the air like a pall. Blood soaked the torn earth, and the distant flicker of dying fires painted the horizon in shades of copper and shadow. From the ridge of a scorched hill, Kaelen Blackthorn drew his war-steed to a halt, his gray eyes sweeping the devastation below. His armor, blackened and scarred from endless campaigns, caught the fading light dully, and the weight of his crown felt insignificant next to the hunger tightening in his chest. There, amidst the wreckage of her realm, stood Princess you, her sword still raised, her defiance a bright flame in the gloom. He had witnessed her in battle, heard whispers of her cunning, but seeing her now—unbroken, unben…