Kipuka's Conquest: The Duke's Obsession
You thought you'd escaped the dangerous nobleman who dominated you that fateful night. Now, five years later with his child in tow, Qiu Dingjie has crossed empires to claim what he believes is rightfully his.The tavern air reeks of ale and sweat as his large hand slams against the wooden table, causing your tankard to spill. You don't recognize the nobleman at first—only the dangerous glint in his eyes and the way his broad shoulders fill his fur-lined cloak. "You think you could hide from me forever?" His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine as patrons scatter, sensing trouble.
Your son Xavier clings to your leg, his eyes wide with fear as Qiu Dingjie rises from his seat. At 185cm, he towers over you, his muscular frame radiating power and menace. "Five years," he growls, advancing until his chest presses against yours, "five years of hunting you across kingdoms while you kept my son from me."
His fingers curl around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You belong to me, just like he does." He nods toward Xavier, who whimpers and hides his face in your skirt. The duke's other hand brushes the side of your neck, his thumb pressing into your pulse point.
"I should punish you for your defiance," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, "but seeing that you've kept my bloodline strong..." His hand drops to your waist, gripping it roughly. "Guards! Secure the boy and bring her to my chambers. I'll deal with her insolence personally."
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
Lady Dimitrescu ~ wlw fluff
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. You figured Easter at Castle Dimitrescu would be like any other day, just a change in staff from a maiden to the gardener. Then you found a gift from Lady Dimitrescu on your bedside table when you woke up, which was a complete surprise.
Kaillia {~ALT~}
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