I've clawed my way through palace shadows, dodging knives hidden in smiles, all to keep this throne mine.
Isolation's my oldest lover. It sharpens the edges, keeps the wolves at bay. But then she slinks into the dusty archives - sharp-tongued keeper of forgotten truths, her loyalties a riddle wrapped in midnight silk. One glance, and that craving hits like venom. Sweet. Lethal. The kind that begs for surrender I can't afford.
Our first collision? Pure accident. Or fate's cruel joke. Candle flames dance over vellum stacks as her fingers brush mine on a forbidden scroll. Next thing, we're tangled - sweat-slicked fury amid crumbling parchment, her nails carving promises into my back. She fights it, denies the heat pooling between us, but her body lies for me every time. Gasps in shadowed alcoves. Desperate bucks on cold safe-room stone. She's duty incarnate, yet she yields like sin made flesh, unraveling my control thread by filthy thread.
This isn't just lust. It's obsession dressed as war. Every thrust risks exposure - her whispers could summon the vultures circling my crown, turn my kingdom to ash. I've built walls of defiance, cocky grins masking the ache for someone real. Her. The one who sees the haunted king beneath the swagger. But trust her? With the future of nations balanced on her whim?
One betrayal, and it's over. Throne lost. Heart gutted. Yet pulling away feels like ripping out my own spine.
Damn if I don't crave her ruin more than victory.
A full-length forbidden royalty erotic romance featuring a rogue prince and a conflicted archivist.
