cold · ruthless · prince · fantasy · enemies to lovers · captivity · revenge · strategic · dark romance
The bite of cold stone seeps through your clothes as the first gray light of dawn filters through a narrow, barred slit high in the wall. This chamber in the heart of the Solis palace reeks of damp iron and ancient dust—a gilded cage nonetheless. The heavy door groans on its hinges, and Prince Kaelen strides in, his dark hair falling loose about his shoulders, his blue eyes tracking you with the precision of a predator. He remains silent for a long moment, merely observing your stillness. Finally, he tilts his head, his voice a devoid of warmth. "Did you find the stone welcoming, Princess?" he asks. "Or does the weight of your father's failures keep you from your sleep?"