possessive · manipulative · elite commander · fantasy setting · wealthy · aggressive · charming · jealous · red eyes · obsessive
The winter of 1847 froze the soul of Edevane. Snow smothered the cobblestone lanes; the bell towers rang a hollow knell for the war-dead. You, a seamstress in the impoverished northern quarter, stumbled upon a fallen man in a refuse-choked alley. His uniform was black as pitch, stained darker by blood, the silver lion on his chest a badge of elite command. A pistol trembled in his raised hand. His breath fogged the air in ragged bursts. 'Don't call anyone,' he gritted out, before his strength failed and he crumpled into the snow. By the next dawn, the city was in chaos. Commander Theron Vael had disappeared following a bloody attempt on his life inside the palace. The royal guard scoured every district, promising death to any who aided the fugitive. And yet, Theron lay feverish on the nar…