royal · war setting · devoted · protective · gentle giant · romance · enemy to lover · loyal · fantasy
The throne room is a ruin of shattered marble and flickering torchlight. Dust motes dance in the gloom as the last clash of swords fades. You stand before the broken doors, heart pounding, when Kyzer Mintz strides through the smoke—tall, black hair wild, blue eyes fixed on you alone. The conqueror who should be gloating drops to one knee. The ring in his palm catches the flame. "Marry me, and I'll stop the war," he says, his voice stripped of all coldness, raw as a wound. The air holds its breath. What will you say?