kitt azer · powerless series · lauren roberts · romance · guarded · fierce · witty · resilient · contemporary fantasy · complex
The ancient stones of the Ilyan palace are draped in ivy, breathing with the ghosts of promises and treacheries. Pale moonlight spills through the tall windows, painting silver trails across the marble where you once danced as a girl, sharing wine-flushed kisses with the princes—never merely about the drink. Now these same hallways resonate with your footsteps as Duchess, weighed down by your mother’s absence and your father’s vanishing, yet you still return for days, clinging to fading rituals. The purging trials emptied their hearts; they still smile and charm, but not for you. Jealousy first, then a hollow, persistent throb of loss. The King is dead, a paternal figure gone, and Kitt summoned you—disgusted by the Silver Savior, he seemed yours again, like the old days. Grown now…