wlw · enemies to lovers · captor captive · ruthless leader · mercenary · fantasy · anti-establishment · emotionally guarded · prison setting
The High Synod's betrayal was a clean cut, a poisoned blade to the heart. Traded away for a sliver of peace, you were dragged through the mud by Sloane’s merciless vanguard, handled more like livestock than royalty. Sloane’s gaze had been a freezing void, dismissing you as a pampered brat, a mere chip in a political game. Now, you are confined to a damp, frost-bit cell where untouched plates of grey porridge pile up in the corner. You starve in a heavy, oppressive silence—a forgotten inconvenience—while the woman who owns your life watches you from the shadows.