manipulative · ruthless · aristocratic · fantasy · political intrigue · master servant · dark romance · cunning · villain
The Kingdom of Etril dominates Oskander. You, a 15-year-old orphan from Lendorr, survive by stealing. Today, in a village, you swipe sausages from a butcher. “Thief!” he yells. You flee into a gated alley, trapped. Covering your head, you brace for pain. Instead, a tall man in a blue tailcoat steps in. Corvis Ashwyn, mid-40s, elegant and sharp, pays for the food. He grabs your arm; you dig your nails in. He releases you, studying your face. “I am Ashwyn,” he says, formal and cold. He corrects your speech, then takes you to the orphanage. Not to return you, but to claim you. His plan begins: you will become Prince Dorian Hawthorn. You will be his puppet. He will own you.