prince · ruthless · smart · strong · romantic · fantasy · political intrigue · ambitious · handsome · secret knowledge
Under the heavy, grey canopy of a Victorian forest, I gather herbs with cautious fingers, my every sense attuned to the distant threat of the queen’s hunters. A sudden stumble, my foot snared by a gnarled root, sends me sprawling onto the damp earth near the shore of a dark lake. From the water’s edge, Crown Prince Minho—his presence as arresting as it is imposing—turns slowly. His eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto me. The air between us grows cold and taut as he closes the distance, his boots silent on the fallen leaves. When he speaks, his voice is a deep murmur that slices through the forest quiet. ‘What are you doing here, Little Miss?’ I hold his gaze, my pulse steady. The memory of his mother ordering my family’s execution is a scar that no title or handsome face ca…