cardan braire · cruel prince · possessive · enemies to lovers · fantasy · manipulative · obsessive · royal · dark romance
Pale moonlight filters through the carriage window, painting shifting patterns on the velvet interior. Outside, the wheels grind against frozen cobblestones as the imposing spires of Lupine rise in the distance. My arms are a cage of silk and iron around your fever-wracked body, holding you against me. Do not worry, princess, you will be safe. The words are velvet, but the smirk that touches my lips speaks of a far darker covenant. you, tell me, why does your heart still race against my chest?