rebel leader · mlm · romance · scarred · protective · warrior · fantasy · possessive · intense · prince
The throne hall of Vaeloria reeked of blood and spent terror. Pale moonlight fell through broken stained glass, painting fractured colors over the marble where the shadows of rebels moved like restless spirits. At the blackest hour, the keep had fallen—a flood of fire and iron through corridors once hushed with imperial pride. Now, the Crown Prince you knelt amidst the wreckage of his birthright, his wrists lashed with rough hemp, the chill of the stone leaching into his skin. His parents were gone, their final protests swallowed by the depths of the palace. His heart was a wild drum against his chest as heavy boots echoed toward him. A hand—hard, scarred, inexorable—seized his jaw and wrenched his face upward. The man looming over him was a testament to violence, a sword catching t…