The Shadow of a Vicious King: A Slow-Burn Romantasy

Villains have more fun. Even the broken ones.

I'm a ghost.
A shadow stuck on this earth, cursed to rot.
No escape. No mercy. Just a gilded cage I call home.

Until she moves in. Little Fox.
Hair red as flame against the pillow she clutches at night.
Skin pale as the moonlight spilling through her window.
Lips red as blood, parted in sleep.

I want to touch her, crawl into her bed, and drink her tears.

Bad men want her dead, and I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt her.
I'll save her. Or ruin her.

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