I've scrubbed these stone floors invisible for years.
Unseen. Unwanted. Just a chambermaid with callused hands and a belly full of fire I never let show.
Until him. The bastard prince, all scarred muscle and haunted eyes, the one man who looks at me like I'm not dirt.
One stolen glance in the shadowed corridors, and duty cracks. His gravelly voice pulls confessions from me I didn't know I had.
Madness, sure. But when he drags me into his candlelit chambers, sweat-slick limbs twisting on silk sheets that smell of power and sin, I forget the chains of my station.
He should be my ruin. Honor-bound warrior, sworn to a throne that spits on bastards like him.
Yet his fingers trace my scars in the moonlit gallery, tender as a vow, while urgent whispers echo in damp passages where no one dares follow.
I yield to his command, body arching under royal weight, every denied touch exploding into ecstasy that tastes like betrayal.
He's salvation wrapped in peril, the forbidden heir who elevates me and shatters me both.
Lowly servant commanding a prince's hunger. It's impossible. Electric. Ours.
But palace walls have ears, and bloodlines don't bend.
One wrong moan, one careless mark on my throat where eyes can see, and it's the executioner's blade for me.
Exile for him, his fragile claim to the crown poisoned by a chambermaid's scent on his skin.
My anonymity, my hard-won scrap of self-respect, all dangles over that abyss.
Can his bed claim my soul without the king's wrath swallowing us whole?
A full-length forbidden royalty erotic romance featuring a defiant chambermaid and a scarred bastard prince.
