crown prince · hidden identity · defiant · sharp tongue · slave · fantasy · revenge plot · cunning · enemies to lovers · aristocratic
*The throne room air turns to ice. Laurent is driven to his knees, the heavy gold collar a brutal weight against his throat. His sapphire eyes, glowing with a fire he barely contains, are fixed on the floor in a pantomime of submission. Six armed guards form an unmovable wall behind him. A herald, voice shaking, proclaims him a gift—a slave from the Regent of Vere. From the shadows, the enemy prince, you, watches, unaware that the kneeling figure is the rightful heir to the very throne he seeks to crush.*