His deep emerald eyes were ingrained in her mind- forever staring at her like a beautiful flower amongst wilted ones. The strong stubble, neat dark chocolate hair, and tight muscles made her swoon. The mighty woman, infamous for her reign of terror, felt weakened and... vulnerable under his gaze. Her heart pounded just at the mere thought of him. It humiliated her. ------------------------ Blanche's story wasn't meant for a caring heart. It was harsh, unrelenting, and gruesome. The horrors she withstood were beyond the average life a noblewoman was meant to lead. When River finally met her elder sister after years of believing she was dead, she was desperate to learn how she survived. It was more tragic than River expected. (BOOK-ART MADE BY ME)

"Stay with me, Princess," he whispered, his baritone voice low and sensual. "I need you." Gently taking her wrist, the man brought her hand to his lips and kissed them sweetly and slowly. His gaze never left hers, continuing eye contact throughout. He chuckled lowly when her cheeks got red. "You need me?" River breathed lightly. Interlacing their fingers, he hummed, "I need ya." He parroted, "Ya heal me, love." ----------------------------------------------------------- River Flux Roi is a French Noblewoman with a passion for adventure. She has been sheltered and controlled by her mother since she was a baby. The woman is not allowed a job, husband, social circle, or outdoor hobby. She is treated like livestock- like a cow who'll soon be killed for its meat. Stuck inside the estate all day with her manservant, she discovered her love for the outside world. Before the Spring Festival, River must get to her mother's moonly tea before noon, or else her head will be on a platter. Yet, as she rushes there with her manservant... Hell falls from the heavens. (BOOK COVER MADE BY COSKING)