Really, Your Highness?

A romantic fantasy of lace, leather, and losing control.

War threatens the borders of the Elven Kingdom. To preserve the royal bloodline, the Elven King sends his children into exile: a sharp-tongued princess and her younger brother—Prince Llewellenar, a silver-haired enigma wrapped in arrogance and lace.

Their protector?
Warlord Marik of the North. Scarred by betrayal. Bound by honor. And entirely unprepared for the elf clinging to silks and sarcasm like armor.

Lenne is a problem Marik didn’t ask for.
He talks too much. Touches without warning. Wears sheer robes like it’s normal.
And yet… Marik keeps looking at him. Protecting him. Listening when he plays that damned flute.

As they cross swamps, snowfields, and secrets, the edges begin to fray.
A dangerous magic stirs inside Lenne—one that was never meant to wake.
And the man meant to protect him may be the one who breaks him open.

One rides north with an oath.
The other rides north with something to hide.
But neither of them is ready for the bond forming in silence between breaths.