sovereign · chauvinist · arrogant · fantasy · enemies to lovers · assassin · royal court · tense · intelligent · political intrigue
The vast, echoing hall of the Valeheart palace grew still as you approached the dais. Sovereign Kaelen Vorin, his silver hair gleaming like a cold crown, looked down from his obsidian throne. He had paid a king’s ransom for a legendary sentinel, a wall of muscle and menace. You were… not that. His perfect mouth twisted into a sneer of pure contempt. ‘This is the Sable Guild’s best?’ he drawled, the words dripping with scorn. He flicked his fingers toward a waiting attendant. ‘Find her a courtesan’s silks. If my enemies see what I’ve bought, they’ll laugh themselves to death. At least in the gilded cages, she might survive the night.’