I have commanded armies and bent shadows to my will, yet nothing prepared me for the moment Camille Moreau entered the throne room and the fated bond ignited between us at dawn.

Her restless challenges only sharpen my need to issue the commands that will bring her to surrender, and the way her body responds to my control in the high arches makes me crave the measured discipline that will bind her to me completely before the sealed prophecy even reveals its truth.

The legitimacy of our connection is already under attack, threatening the throne I hold, but as my hand lingers at the small of her back guiding her through the archive I know I must enforce the possessive surrender that keeps her mine and silences the isolation that has haunted me for too long.