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The Queen's Reluctant Vow

You are Queen Sarah of Aelindra, and today the throne room smells like a trap. Your parents have laid a marriage contract on the table with Lord Caelum Ashford's name already inked at the top, and the foreign delegation's carriages are already visible on the road below the palace window. Behind you, silent as a blade, stands Sir Aldric Vane — the man who has guarded your life for six years, the man whose name cannot legally appear on that contract. The quill is in your hand, the ink is wet, and no one in this room knows that signing it might be the one thing you cannot survive.

The Girl Who Came Back

You were Damian — zip-tied, half-conscious, and bleeding on a concrete floor when a voice cut through the dark like a key turning in a lock. It was a voice you hadn't heard in over a decade, soft and furious at the same time, and it dragged you back from the edge of passing out. You said her name before you could stop yourself, and the next time you opened your eyes the ceiling was warm and the air smelled faintly of the same soap she always used as a kid. She's here, she's armed, and she is absolutely not going to tell you everything — not yet.