Savage Crown: A WLW Forced Proximity Fantasy Romance

Rowan doesn't do attachment. She does her job, keeps her blade sharp, and maintains the kind of professional distance that makes her good at what she does. The blood-oath changed the terms without asking her permission.

Now she's bound to protect Queen Vespera. A woman she despises. In an isolated fortress high in the Hyrkanean mountains, with an ancient Chimera as their only company and no clean way out.

The beast's magic doesn't announce itself. It works slow, the way cold works through stone, until Rowan notices that the seething dislike she arrived with has developed complications. Long nights on guard duty do that. So do the moments when Vespera stops performing queen and just exists in the same room, tired and unburdened and more human than Rowan expected.

The Chimera stirs something in the air between them. Neither woman names it. Both of them feel it.

Vespera carries the crown like it's grown into her spine, but there's something underneath the regal composure, a vulnerability that surfaces in quiet moments, that Rowan has no framework for and no safe place to put. Her armor, the emotional kind she's spent years building, develops cracks in exactly the wrong places.

Then the oath's origins start to surface. What Rowan thought was a binding of duty turns out to have darker roots, and the external threats pressing in on the fortress aren't slowing down while she processes that.

She can honor the magic that owns her, or she can choose something she actually wants.

In a world built on cold steel, is love its own kind of survival?

***

Sand gets into everything in Hyrkania. Your boots, your eyes, your carefully constructed sense of control.

The women of the Crimson Guard have built their reputations on being untouchable. Deadliest blades in the desert, bound by a duty older than most kingdoms. They don't bend. They don't yield. They've survived worse than the massive beasts that stalk the dunes at nightfall.

What they haven't survived yet: each other.

Five warriors. Five stories set against blood-soaked battlefields and the scorching open desert. Each woman carries a blade and the discipline to use it without hesitation. Each one meets the one opponent she can't simply cut down and walk away from.

The battles here are real, the ancient creatures are relentless, and the stakes are kingdoms. But the fight that undoes them isn't fought with steel.

Will the deadliest blades in Hyrkania master the battlefield, or fall to the only enemy they never trained for?

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