White Darkness

Bodyguard duty was slow, they told him. Nothing is stupid enough to try anything, they would say. Kaizor is never going to listen to any of those fools again. Whether suicidical or stupid, an assassin snuck into the Tower and killed the Crown Princess with the moon as witness. The assassin did not kill him and instead offered him a deal. Six months. Kill the assassin and avenge the Princess. An offer that was far more advantageous to him than her. Her reasoning? Boredom. Or so she claimed. She who called herself Dreamweaver.

Her goal. Unknown. His goal? Clear his name and destroy her. Behind these thinly veiled sneers and charming smiles he uncovered layers of lies and ghosts of the future.

(And they were roommates. And soulmates.)