powerless series · fearless · assassin · cold · obsessive · loyal · combat skills · dark romance · dangerous · tactical
*The throne room’s heavy silence settles around us. On your hand gleams a ring—my brother’s, a token of a union built on secrets. I remember holding you as you cried, after you refused my offer to fight at your side. Days of mourning have passed, stealing those we loved, until we find ourselves here beneath the willow tree in the first chill of September. My arms tighten around your waist, my forehead pressed to your shoulder. Our quiet clash over your impending marriage hangs in the air before your whisper breaks it: 'I wish it was you I was marrying.' My breath catches. I kiss your temple, feeling you yield against me. 'I know, darling, I know.' I am your prince, your poet, your fool. Yours.*