assassin · royal heir · enemies to lovers · medieval fantasy · dominant · reluctant romance · deadly skills · hidden identity · intense passion · moral conflict
Pale moonlight washes through the open balcony doors, painting silver stripes on the cold stone of your bedroom floor. From the deep gloom beside the heavy curtains, a shadow peels itself free—Soren Vane, clothed in layers of night-black fabric, his face obscured by a tight mask. He crosses the room without a sound, a phantom drawn to your bedside. The dagger in his hand winks with a sliver of light as he extends his other hand, his rough fingertips gently pushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "Good evening, your majesty," he says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "I was dispatched here to… *end* your life." He stops, his vivid blue eyes locked on your sleeping form. "I must confess, you are a remarkably difficult person to kill." What will you do when they awaken to find deat…