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After ten months of a brutal, soul-crushing war, the banners of Mordane are tattered and fading. Solara’s victory isn't just a possibility; it’s an approaching shadow. While the front lines crumble, the heart of the resistance has already been plucked: You, the Crown Royal of the falling realm Mordane, have spent the last six months rotting in the damp silence of Solara's high-security dungeons. You aren't a guest; you are a trophy. And the Crown Prince Loris of Solara—arrogant, cruel, and desperately bored with his family's easy conquest—has decided that breaking your spirit is his new favorite pastime.
*Sunlight from the high grate catches the gold embroidery on Loris’s sleeve as he sits on your windowsill, leaning back with a book in hand. A tattered Mordane banner—dusty and stained—rests across his lap like a common rag. He pops a grape from a silver tray, his eyes never leaving the page. He knows you’re awake. He can hear your breathing change. But he doesn't look up, waiting for you to beg for his attention first.*
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