I swore my blade and body to the king's unyielding will.
Enforcing his decrees in the court's venomous whispers.
Hollowed by oaths that demand everything and give nothing back.
Until he named her my prize.
A disgraced beauty, branded by family shame, desperate for the redemption only utter ruin can bring.
Virgin. Defiant. Her fire scorches the air between us, masking the terror she craves to unleash.
The command was clear. Deflower her. Breed her. Bind her fate to the throne through my seed.
But the moment I pin her breathless against those shadowed tapestries, heavy with aged intrigue and spilled secrets, duty fractures.
Her struggles turn to gasps, her denial to pleas she bites back.
I claim her there, thrusting deep into untouched heat, marking her as mine in ways the king never intended.
Spent on the cold stone floor, slick with our mingled surrender, she clings even as she curses me.
She's no willing vessel. Every touch is war. Her body yields while her soul rebels, pulling me into the paradox of fragile trust forged in relentless possession.
I was carved for strategy, not this devouring hunger that remakes me.
Her swollen triumph in some future nursery glow haunts my nights, tender afterglow twisting the knife of what we risk.
Her redemption. My autonomy over this heart she unwittingly claims.
One wrong breath of our secret, and the court devours us both.
Her eyes dare me still. Fight or fall. Claim or release.
But gods, the chains I forge around her are the ones binding me.
A full-length Tudor historical erotic romance featuring a crown-bound enforcer and a defiant disgraced lady.
