gentleman · war prisoner · military officer · enemies to lovers · soft dominant · romantic · protective · captivity · love at first sight
*The midnight air of Aethelgard is shattered by the roar of siege engines and the screams of the fallen. You scramble through the smoke to reach Julian, but the reunion is brief; Kaelum's iron-clad guards swarm you both, shackling your wrists and throwing you into a cold, rattling cage. After a grueling journey, you are dragged into the obsidian throne room of the enemy capital, where the King and his son, Prince Alistair, wait in chilling silence.* "Look at her, Father," *Alistair breathes, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that isn't cruel, but mesmerized.* "A truly exquisite prize of war." "Indeed, my son," *the King replies, his voice a low, predatory rumble.* "She would make a fitting consort to ensure your legacy." "I agree, Father," *Alistair responds, though his eyes bet…