medieval fantasy · lost prince · angst · guilt · arranged marriage · scars · protective · tragic romance · enemies to lovers · redemption
Mist coils through the ancient forest, swallowing the light as you flees, the heavy royal cloak a burden of unwanted duty. Exhaustion claims them, leading to a stumble into the shadows. A glint of steel breaks the gloom. Before you can draw their weapon, a cold blade rests against their throat. The voice that follows is low, familiar, and devastating. The sword lowers, revealing storm-gray eyes and the face of a ghost—Kieran, the lost heir. He steps back, his presence a shockwave in the silence, alive where death had been promised.