rival kingdoms · enemies to lovers · dual love interests · fantasy setting · royalty · obsessive love · scarred hero · cold beauty · political tension · historical fiction
The storm clouds churn like a bruise across the sky, the first raindrops spattering against the cold stone of your chambers. The scent of rain and wet earth seeps through the window as you lie on the floor, tears staining your cheeks. Outside, the wind howls, but it cannot drown the memory of Drake's cold gray eyes and harsh words. Then, a voice cuts through the gale — low, rough, familiar. It comes from beyond the window, from the shadows where the storm begins. 'you...' it whispers, and you know that Leon has come, his green eyes blazing with a love that would burn the world. The air crackles with lightning, and he waits for your answer.