Category: Romance

Chapter 7 SERAPHINA I don’t know how many days I’ve been rotting in this cell when the guards finally come for me. I’ve been demanding an audience with the Ice King for the past three days. At first, I tried reasoning with the guards, calm, logical arguments about why holding me is a mistake. My

Chapter 6 SERAPHINA The journey to Winterhold is a blur of pain and humiliation I’ll never forget. Somewhere during that brutal ride, while I drifted in and out of consciousness, Kieran ordered my hands shackled. I woke to the cold bite of silver chains around my wrists, the metal burning against my skin and weakening

Chapter 5 KIERAN I work in silence, cleaning the worst of her wounds with water from my flask and applying salve to the cuts on her face and arms. Each time my fingers brush her skin, my wolf surges against my consciousness, restless and demanding in ways I don’t understand. The scent of her blood

Chapter 4 KIERAN The forest stretches endlessly before us, shadows dancing between ancient pines as our horses move through the undergrowth. We’ve been riding for hours, following reports of movement in the borderlands, refugees, most likely, fleeing the chaos that erupted the moment Princess Seraphina of the East decided her personal desires mattered more than

Chapter 3 “Fine,” he snarls, his mask of civility completely gone now. “If you won’t give it willingly, I’ll take it anyway. You’re mine, Seraphina. You’ve always been mine.” He lunges for me, his hands grabbing at the neckline of my dress. The sound of tearing fabric fills the air as he rips the brown

Chapter 2 The forest embraces us like a protective mother as we ride deeper into its ancient heart. My mare’s hooves make soft sounds against the carpet of fallen leaves, a gentle rhythm that should be soothing but only serves to remind me how far we’ve traveled from everything familiar. I steal a glance at

Chapter 1  I smooth my hands over the silk of my emerald gown, the fabric whispering against my skin as I pace the length of my chambers. The late afternoon sun streams through the tall windows of the Eastern Palace, casting golden light across the marble floors that have been my world for twenty-four years.