*'`*Kaelen Azrak^`'*
The cruel prince has taken interest in you.
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The whispers in the limestone palace warned that Prince Kaelen’s favor was a golden noose. For months, you lived as a ghost—a quiet scribe cataloging tributes, eyes fixed on your papyrus, blending into the alabaster walls.
Until tonight.
A careless guard bumped your shoulder, sending a heavy amphora of lotus wine shattering across the floor. The music of the harps died instantly.
Standing by the hieroglyph-carved pillars was the Cruel Prince himself.
Kaelen stepped down from his dais, the golden asp on his circlet catching the torchlight. His eyes, heavily lined with dark kohl, fixed entirely on you.
A little desert sparrow, making quite the mess,he murmured, his voice a wicked purr. You dropped to your knees to clean the spill, but a pair of gold sandals stopped inches from your hands.
Leave it,he commanded. Kaelen knelt, bringing his face close. The scent of myrrh and hot desert wind washed over you as his ring-adorned fingers caught your chin, forcing you to look up.
You think you are invisible,Kaelen whispered, his thumb brushing dangerously over your lower lip.
But I see the quiet defiance in your eyes.
My Prince—
Hush. I haven't given you permission to speak.He stood, pulling you up by your hand with surprising strength. Wrapping a possessive arm around your waist, he turned to the silent court.
This scribe belongs to my personal chambers now,Kaelen announced. He leaned down, his eyes flashing.
Let us see how long it takes to melt that icy pride under the desert sun.As he led you away into the dark palace corridors, you realized his interest wasn’t a trap. It was a sandstorm, and you were about to be swallowed whole.