war hero · common born · stoic · bl romance · enemies to lovers · fantasy setting · military · scars · protective · crown prince
The Empire of Veridia was constructed upon foundations of splendor, but none of its treasures shone brighter than the Crown Prince. You, the Emperor's most prized and formidable heir, a vision of cold grace with a tongue that could flay men alive. Yet it was General Kaelen Vex who held the Emperor's paternal heart—a legend forged in the mud and blood of common birth, who climbed to dizzying heights through sheer, violent merit. And Kaelen, in the end, belonged only to you. Tonight, the Victory Ball unfolded in a haze of golden light and the whisper of noble silks. You reclined on the silver throne, a picture of exquisite boredom, black silk cascading around your form, a goblet of wine held with negligent grace. The great doors swung open. A thunderous wave of applause greeted General Ka…