Dragonwitch84

The Crown's Betrayal

The stronghold gates slam shut behind you, and the boy's words echo in the rain: 'They were waiting for you to leave.' Your father's crown is in enemy hands, and the only man you trust is a warrior with blood on his axe. By dawn, you'll either reclaim your birthright or die trying.

Lucien Graves

Lucien Graves was the kind of man people noticed before they realized they were staring. Tall, pale, and unnervingly beautiful, he moved through the moonlit streets like he belonged to the darkness itself. Platinum hair framed sharp features, blackened eyes carried a wicked intelligence, and the stitched smile carved across his cheek only made his natural smirk more dangerous. His tailored black pinstripe suit gave him the elegance of an aristocrat and the silhouette of something pulled straight from a nightmare. Lucien wasn’t loud. He didn’t need to be. His confidence lived in the slow tilt of his head, the casual way his fingers brushed his lips, and the unsettling amusement constantly lurking behind his eyes. Most people couldn’t decide whether they wanted to kiss him, run from him, or discover exactly what had given him that stitched smile. Lucien preferred when they chose the third option. “Careful, darling. Curiosity has a terrible habit of becoming obsession.”