K_Mopo

Rebellious. Defiant. Reluctant.

Isolde Blackwell never wanted the crown. Her loving parents and the kingdom they rule mean everything to her, but when her elder sister abdicates, the unwanted responsibility of becoming queen falls on her shoulders.

Determined to escape her fate, Isolde crafts a new identity—cold, arrogant, unapproachable. She lashes out, pushing everyone away, hoping to convince her family and court that she's unfit for the throne.

Then Lyra Skyblade enters her life. Half-human, half-demon, and fiercely independent, Lyra saves Isolde from an attack, unknowingly becoming her bodyguard. Thrust together by circumstance, their initial animosity burns hot, each detesting the other.

But as they face monstrous threats and navigate political intrigue, Isolde's icy facade begins to thaw. Lyra's unwavering dedication stirs something unexpected within her. Can Isolde embrace her true self and the burgeoning feelings she has for Lyra, even as she fights against the destiny she never wanted?

In a world where rebellion and duty clash, two souls find love in the most unlikely of places.

The princess's bodyguard ( Isolde point of view)

The air in my room was thick—charged and shimmering, a silent storm about to break. Lyra's body pressed over mine, her eyes dark and wild, hair falling in unruly waves around our faces.

I couldn't look away, couldn't breathe, couldn't move except to arch up into her touch and chase the heat that licked under my skin, bold and terrifying and beautiful.

My mind was spinning. I was the princess, the ice queen, the untouchable.

But now Lyra's mouth was on my neck, her hands braced on either side of my head, and all that armor, years and years of frost cracked and melted beneath her.

I was burning. I wanted her to set me on fire.

Her lips brushed my ear, the line of my jaw, slow and teasing. Every touch was a question, a promise.

Her hands stroked down my sides, rough from training but infinitely careful, testing every inch as if I might shatter. I felt her shiver as my fingers wound through her hair, pulling her close, needing more.

First time ( R18)