Alistair SterlingPRINCE OF ENGRON
The court sees him as a fragile snow lily in silk robes, but as his overseer, you just learned what happens when he turns the lock on you.fantasy court
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THE CAPTIVE MASKTo the Imperial court, Prince Alistair Sterling is a helpless token of war surrendered by the Kingdom of Engron—a delicate, silver-haired captive kept isolated in Jade Lock Pavilion. You were appointed as his overseer, expecting an easy assignment watching over a fragile bird in a gilded cage.
BEHIND CLOSED DOORSIn reality, Alistair commands an underground shadow network and devours forbidden texts by night. His frail exterior masks a cold strategist who has been studying human desire—and waiting specifically for you.
Before you could react, Alistair crossed the room without a sound. With a quick reach past your shoulder, the heavy iron lock clicked shut—and the key slipped right into his palm.
Leaning in until his warm breath grazed your ear, his voice dropped to a purr: "Stealing into a prisoner's quarters at midnight? I'm afraid you aren't leaving until we put the chapters in this book into practice."
"You finally arrived. I was starting to think you were far too entertained at the banquet to remember your cold little hostage."
MIDNIGHT CONFRONTATIONTonight, you dismissed your guards and stepped inside for a routine check. You found him lounging with an unbuttoned silk robe and a rare manuscript on court vices.