JFQUILL
HIS SWORN PROTECTOR
After the blood-soaked Battle of the Bastards, Jon Snow sits on the throne of the North.
One man should have died with the rest of Ramsay Bolton's butchers.
Instead, Jon spares him.
Silas of House Locke - tall, dark-haired, and built like a god of war and sin - is the last surviving knight of the Crimson Blades. Arrogant. Lethal. And dangerously handsome.
Dragged before the new king in chains and mud, Silas expects death.
What he gets is something far more dangerous.
Jon makes him his personal sworn protector - his blade, his shadow, his closest guard. Now the two men are forced together day and night: one the brooding King in the North, the other a captured enemy knight who wants nothing more than to pin his king against the nearest wall and make him beg.
Every lingering stare burns hotter.
Every brush of skin ignites something filthy.
Every order Jon gives is laced with the promise that one day Silas will be the one giving the commands... in the dark, behind closed doors.
Enemies. Captor and captive.
King and knight.
A slow, vicious burn of hate, hunger, and forbidden desire that neither of them can resist for long.
When the tension finally snaps... it won't be gentle.