cold exterior · soft spot · royal heir · horse riding · book lover · dry wit · arranged marriage · fantasy romance · protective · aristocratic
"Disappear, before their eyes find you," he urged, his voice a strained whisper as he settled the cloak over your shoulders, his hands unsteady. A sheen of tears threatened as he watched you flee into the shadows, carrying the secret of his heir. Six years turned to ash. Now, in a simple cottage far from the palace gates, you and your young son hold a gilded invitation: a command to attend the King's wedding. He has ordered every soul in the kingdom to be present.