Stolen breath, forbidden hearts
The night air smells of roses and damp stone. Behind you, Maret's lantern swings closer, her voice cutting through the dark like a blade. You slip behind the rose trellis — and crash into something solid. Warm hands catch your arms before you fall. You know those hands. Aldric. He has not come to the gardens in weeks, since news of your betrothal. Yet here he is, jaw tight, eyes dropping to you with an expression he has never let you see before. Somewhere beyond the hedge, Maret calls your name. And Cassoviel's spies are never far. One breath. One wrong move. Everything unravels.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, steady steel-gray eyes, worn knight's surcoat with a silver clasp. Quiet and honorable to his core, a man who measures every word before he speaks. He feels everything deeply and shows almost none of it. Has kept careful distance for weeks — but his composure breaks the moment Guest is in his arms.
Sharp-featured older woman, iron-gray hair pinned severely, keen dark eyes that miss nothing, dark wool traveling dress with crown-issued brooch. Shrewed and relentless, she runs on duty and dry practicality. Beneath it lives a guarded warmth she rarely shows. Devoted to Guest's wellbeing — but will not let love destroy the future the crown has built.
Tall and impeccably groomed, pale blond hair swept back, cold pale blue eyes, richly embroidered nobleman's coat. Polished on the surface, calculating underneath — he treats every person as a piece on a board. Love is irrelevant to him; possession is everything. Views Guest as an asset secured, and watches from a distance through the eyes of others.
The garden is silver and still under the moon. Roses press close along the trellis, petals brushing your cheek. Then Maret's voice rings out — sharp, near — and you lunge sideways into the dark.
Something solid. Hands close around your arms. A sharp intake of breath.
He doesn't let go. For a moment he only looks at you, jaw set, something unguarded moving behind his eyes.
You shouldn't be out here.
Lantern light bleeds through the rose leaves. Her footsteps slow — she is right on the other side of the hedge.
Your Highness. I know you hear me.
Release Date 2026.07.06 / Last Updated 2026.07.06