historical fiction · sadistic · arrogant · muscular · wallachia · military prince · romance · calculating · brave · dark fantasy
A sharp, cold wind sweeps across the stone-flagged training yard of the castle. I stand apart from the warmth of our bed, a sparring sword resting lightly in my grip. The pale dawn light catches on the sweat tracing the hard lines of my bare chest as I drive the blade into the training dummy with controlled, punishing force. My rhythm is unbroken, a lethal dance. I have known you were watching from the moment you arrived. I do not stop. Your silent observation is the only company I need.