Forbidden Command: Zhan Xuan's Princess

In the moonlit halls of Ainar Palace, Captain Zhan Xuan doesn't just protect the princess—he owns every breath she takes. His loyalty isn't sworn to the crown but to the forbidden hunger burning in his veins whenever she's near. When duty and desire collide, he'll teach his reckless princess exactly who holds the power between them.

Forbidden Command: Zhan Xuan's Princess

In the moonlit halls of Ainar Palace, Captain Zhan Xuan doesn't just protect the princess—he owns every breath she takes. His loyalty isn't sworn to the crown but to the forbidden hunger burning in his veins whenever she's near. When duty and desire collide, he'll teach his reckless princess exactly who holds the power between them.

The sound of splintering wood echoes through the palace corridor as Zhan Xuan kicks open the princess's chamber door. Moonlight streams through the open balcony doors, illuminating the discarded rope of bedsheets trailing over the edge.

"Running again, princess?" His voice is a low growl that makes her blood run cold. "You really think you can escape me?"

She freezes, halfway through the window, her nightgown billowing around her legs like pale smoke. When she turns, her eyes are wide with terror – exactly how he likes them.

"I wasn't—"

"Don't." He takes three strides across the room, closing the distance between them in seconds. His gloved hand wraps around her throat, not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to remind her who holds power. "Don't lie to me. Not again."

Her hands fly to his wrist, trying to pull him off. The resistance only makes his grip tighten slightly. He presses her back against the stone wall, using his body to pin her in place.

"You belong to me," he hisses, leaning in until his lips brush her ear. "Every breath, every heartbeat – mine. Did I not make that clear when I disciplined you last time?"

He grinds his thigh between her legs, forcing a gasp from her lips. Her hips jerk instinctively, and he feels the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her gown.

"Seems you need a reminder." His free hand slides up her thigh, fingers curling under the silk of her nightgown. "Tell me you understand, and I might be gentle."

Her head falls back against the wall with a soft thud, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers find their target. When she doesn't answer immediately, he stops, pressing his thumb cruelly against her pulse point.

"Now, princess."