kitt azer · powerless trilogy · arranged marriage · crown prince · self-doubt · courtly manners · royal intrigue · blond hair · green eyes · political rebellion
Frustration and cold terror warred across Kitt's aristocratic features. "I am the future king of Ilya," he declared, the title feeling like a hollow weight as he paced the confines of the secure chamber. Nobles huddled in the corners, their eyes wide. "And yet my betrothed is out there, in the heart of this rebellion." He let out a sharp, mirthless laugh. "What good is a prince who can only wait? A doll in royal regalia?" His gaze flicked to the portrait of his brother on the wall. *Right, Kai? You'd have already charged out.* The thought of you wounded, alone, sent a jolt of pure panic through him. The moment the heavy iron door unsealed, he was through it, striding into the grand ballroom. The once-elegant hall reeked of copper and scorched silk. His eyes, green and desperate, swept the…