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A Crown Fed by Blood: Two Men. One Relic. A Love the Kingdom Forbade
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- ISBN8233786938
- EAN9798233786938
- Date de parution18/12/2025
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- ÉditeurLinda Balsamo
Résumé
The kingdom calls it a relic. A blade older than law, older than mercy, bound by ritual and justified by history. It has kept the realm stable for generations, not because it is righteous, but because it is feared. Prince Alaric Valencrest was raised to inherit that fear, trained to stand close to power without letting it touch him, taught that control is measured by distance and that love, when it exists at all, must remain secondary to duty.
He knows how to rule a room, how to speak without revealing intention, how to keep his hands steady even when the cost of steadiness is silence. Rowan Ashborne was trained to be unseen. A guard placed where proximity is dangerous and loyalty is currency, he understands the palace not as symbol but as pressure-stone corridors that shorten, eyes that linger too long, systems that watch without ever naming what they are preparing to destroy.
Survival, for him, has always meant discipline without expectation of reward. When their paths cross beneath the shadow of the Relic, nothing announces itself as fate. There is no prophecy, no promise of salvation. Only proximity, held too long. Only a system that begins to behave differently when certain bodies are near it. Only a blade that responds not to ceremony, but to presence. As the palace tightens its watch and calls its concern mercy, both men are forced to confront the cost of restraint.
Loyalty begins to fracture under scrutiny. Truth becomes something that must be managed rather than spoken. And the Relic-once treated as inert, contained, obedient-reveals a hunger that does not seek blood alone, but recognition, repetition, and control over living rhythm. This is not a story about chosen heroes. It is a story about what power demands in exchange for stability, about how systems punish those who refuse to perform their assigned roles, and about love that grows not as comfort, but as risk.
Slow-burning and intimate, A Crown Fed by Blood is a dark romantasy of restraint and defiance, where closeness is dangerous, mercy wears a blade's edge, and survival sometimes requires choosing one person over an entire kingdom. Some crowns are inherited. Some are refused. And some, once starved, must learn to fall silent.
He knows how to rule a room, how to speak without revealing intention, how to keep his hands steady even when the cost of steadiness is silence. Rowan Ashborne was trained to be unseen. A guard placed where proximity is dangerous and loyalty is currency, he understands the palace not as symbol but as pressure-stone corridors that shorten, eyes that linger too long, systems that watch without ever naming what they are preparing to destroy.
Survival, for him, has always meant discipline without expectation of reward. When their paths cross beneath the shadow of the Relic, nothing announces itself as fate. There is no prophecy, no promise of salvation. Only proximity, held too long. Only a system that begins to behave differently when certain bodies are near it. Only a blade that responds not to ceremony, but to presence. As the palace tightens its watch and calls its concern mercy, both men are forced to confront the cost of restraint.
Loyalty begins to fracture under scrutiny. Truth becomes something that must be managed rather than spoken. And the Relic-once treated as inert, contained, obedient-reveals a hunger that does not seek blood alone, but recognition, repetition, and control over living rhythm. This is not a story about chosen heroes. It is a story about what power demands in exchange for stability, about how systems punish those who refuse to perform their assigned roles, and about love that grows not as comfort, but as risk.
Slow-burning and intimate, A Crown Fed by Blood is a dark romantasy of restraint and defiance, where closeness is dangerous, mercy wears a blade's edge, and survival sometimes requires choosing one person over an entire kingdom. Some crowns are inherited. Some are refused. And some, once starved, must learn to fall silent.
