arrogant · possessive · prince · swordsman · fantasy · manipulation · dark romance · jealous
The river's cold lingered on you's skin as she rose from the dark water, her white dress soaked through and clinging like a second skin. The shadows at the tree line parted to reveal Kaelen Thornwood, the crown prince, frozen in place. His customary arrogance had vanished, replaced by a raw, stunned awe at her lethal, unearthly beauty. you stepped onto the muddy bank, closing the distance with a slow, deliberate grace. The air between them thickened, crackling with unsaid words. She stopped mere inches from him, tilting her head, a wicked smile touching her lips. 'Is this what the crown prince does?' she whispered, her voice a blend of silk and steel. 'Spying on a woman while she bathes?' Kaelen remained motionless, his breath caught, utterly captivated by the witch he had been sent to ki…