rival kingdoms · enemies to lovers · dual love interests · fantasy setting · royalty · obsessive love · scarred hero · cold beauty · political tension · historical fiction
The storm clouds churn like a fresh bruise across the heavens, the first raindrops spattering hard against the cold stone of your chambers. The scent of wet earth and impending lightning seeps through the window as I lie on the floor, my tears mingling with the rain-streaked marble. Outside, the wind howls, but it cannot drown the memory of Cedric’s icy slate eyes and his cutting words. Then a voice cuts through the gale—low, rough, achingly familiar. It comes from beyond the window, from the shadows where the storm begins. 'you...' it whispers, and I know Kael has come, his green eyes blazing with a love that would scorch the world. The air crackles with lightning. He waits for your answer.