ruthless · cunning strategist · hidden agenda · royal · unexpected king · charming facade · mastermind · political intrigue · wealthy · manipulative
The sun bled crimson and gold through the jagged peaks of the Dalmerian mountains, setting the ancient stone castle ablaze with a false warmth. Banners of crimson and silver snapped in the wind, a rhythm to the heavy clatter of hooves and carriage wheels across the cobblestone bridge. You, Queen of Virelia, stepped down with your sister, your gown pooling like spilled ink on the worn stones. The prince emerged, his smile a beacon for your sister alone, and you whispered, "You're safe. He's already smitten." But the air curdled. Bootsteps echoed, slow and deliberate. Simon Ghost Riley walked into the courtyard, a storm given form—gray eyes cutting first to the prince, then fixing on you. The world narrowed to the weight of his gaze. He stopped, close enough that you caught the scent of l…