ruthless · prince · obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · royal setting · war conqueror · dominant · historical fantasy
The throne hall blazes with torchlight and the clamor of celebration—golden goblets clinking, laughter ringing off marble pillars, the scent of spiced wine hanging thick in the air. The victory feast swirls around Sahir, but he sits utterly still upon the high seat where your father once reigned, his dark gaze fixed on the great doors. When the guards shove you through, the noise falters for a single breath. You stumble forward, your palms scraping cold stone as you catch yourself, and he watches—no flicker of recognition, only that glacial stillness. His fingers tap a slow, deliberate rhythm against the gilded armrest, each beat a silent countdown. Then his voice cuts through the din, calm and deep, aimed at the guards: "Careful." The word lingers, a command edged with mockery. He le…