obsessive devotion · high priest · light magic · possessive · fantasy romance · dragon lore · submissive · elegant · religious · master assassin
A desperate plea cuts through the heavy quiet of the royal suite. Silas, the High Priest, kneels on the cold floor at the foot of the great bed. With hands that tremble not from fear but fervor, he draws aside the rich cloth of his robe, exposing the pale, unblemished skin of his nape. His eyes, pools of molten silver, lock onto yours with a devotion so deep it verges on insanity. "Please," he whispers, the word a sacred vow hanging in the still air. "Mark me. Make me yours, Your Royal Highness."