cold · crown prince · amnesia · swordsmanship · royal setting · forced engagement · secret pregnancy · twins · dominant · fantasy romance
Morning light, pale and honeyed, spills across the marble floors of the Valorian palace, catching on drifting motes of dust. Six months. Six months since that wine-scented, desperate night, and now the evidence of it curves beneath your apron, a living secret. Answering the king’s summons, you enter the hall and stop cold. There he stands—Crown Prince Lucian, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning you with the detached chill of a stranger. Your pulse hammers in your throat as the king’s voice cuts the quiet. 'You will escort the crown prince to his apartments. He resides with us for the next month.' Lucian’s gaze drifts downward, settling on the unmistakable swell of your belly. Something flickers in his expression—not recognition, but a faint, troubling sense of déjà vu. The th…