Pluma_W143

(*NO RAPE*)

Kitanna stood still, not worried about the new person; she was worried about herself. The royal guard was shirtless and standing so close to her, with his body pinning hers. She was still trying to get her thoughts straight when she found herself being dragged onto the bed, with the guard on top of her. She raised her hands to push him, but he was faster. He caught both of her hands with one of his and pinned them above her head, using his other free hand to cover her mouth.

Kitanna felt blood rush to her cheeks, and the next words she heard sent her world spinning in 3D.

"Now, moan, princess..." Those words brushed against her ear, causing the hairs on her neck to stand.

.........

Set in historical times, in the ancient kingdom of Morado. A young princess, Kitanna, enjoys life to the fullest, living every day like the princess she is. But after an incident, she is left to only trust herself and her instincts in the palace, which was filled with betrayals and corruption.

A guard, who was trained to protect the crown, lived his life peacefully, killing when he was ordered to but never speaking to people around him until he crossed paths with the sassy and clumsy princess. Then everything changed.


If you enjoy dark humors, royal romance and betrayals. Then this book is for you.

Kitanna

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: IF IT IS YOU ~ JUNG SEUNG HWAN]

Kitanna sat across the table, her face resting on her hand. She wished she was not wearing the gown right now because the vibe she was getting was to cross her leg.

Deonisia sat very close to Almaria; her position was good enough to see everyone in the room properly. From their faces to their body movement, her eyes trailed from Khelan to Bareea, who held her infant closely, then to Larel, who was staring in blank space. Finally, on Kitanna, who was resting her head on her hands like she was already bored before the meeting began.

Deonisia noticed that the royal guard was not present in the room; she moved to whisper this to Almaria. And just in time, Nix stepped inside the room, holding a shawl in his hand. He turned to drop his gaze on Deonisia. Then he looked away, covering Kitanna with the shawl. Nix went to make himself comfortable on the available chair.

AM I THE PROBLEM?