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Not of the Same Blood: They Were Forbidden to Love—Until Destiny Bled the Truth
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- ISBN8233833502
- EAN9798233833502
- Date de parution18/12/2025
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- ÉditeurLinda Balsamo
Résumé
In a kingdom where law is treated as virtue and silence is mistaken for peace, Eiren Ashford learns early that survival depends on how little space one takes. His name exists in records, his body exists under watch, and his freedom is measured in permissions that arrive without asking whether he wants them. Protection, in this world, is never gentle. It is simply another word for being too important to be left alone.
When the Crown assigns a permanent guard in the name of state security, no one calls it surveillance. No one calls it control. They speak instead of stability, of duty, of how necessary it is to preserve what must not be questioned. Alaric Valencrest, heir to one of the most powerful houses in the realm, accepts the role as he has accepted every command before it-with composure, restraint, and an understanding that nobility does not choose, it obeys.
What begins as an arrangement defined by distance and protocol slowly reshapes itself through proximity neither of them asked for. Breath becomes noticeable. Silence grows weight. Courtesy sharpens into something that cuts without drawing blood. Neither man names what shifts between them, because naming has consequences, and consequences in this kingdom are never evenly shared. As rules tighten and protection escalates, Eiren discovers that safety can be a cage built from reason, and Alaric begins to understand that duty, once followed too closely, can hollow out the very person meant to uphold it.
The closer they are forced to stand, the more dangerous it becomes to pretend nothing is happening at all. When the state intervenes with warnings dressed as mercy and truth buried beneath documents that favor power, the cost of remaining silent grows heavier than the risk of leaving. Love, when it exists here, does not arrive as comfort. It arrives as conflict-against law, against blood, against the roles both men were raised to inhabit without question.
This is a story of restraint mistaken for virtue, of distance enforced in the name of what is "right, " and of the quiet defiance required to choose a life that does not erase the self. It is a slow-burning romantasy where intimacy is dangerous, politics are personal, and love is not a rebellion shouted aloud, but a decision made carefully, breath by breath, inside a world that would rather it never exi
When the Crown assigns a permanent guard in the name of state security, no one calls it surveillance. No one calls it control. They speak instead of stability, of duty, of how necessary it is to preserve what must not be questioned. Alaric Valencrest, heir to one of the most powerful houses in the realm, accepts the role as he has accepted every command before it-with composure, restraint, and an understanding that nobility does not choose, it obeys.
What begins as an arrangement defined by distance and protocol slowly reshapes itself through proximity neither of them asked for. Breath becomes noticeable. Silence grows weight. Courtesy sharpens into something that cuts without drawing blood. Neither man names what shifts between them, because naming has consequences, and consequences in this kingdom are never evenly shared. As rules tighten and protection escalates, Eiren discovers that safety can be a cage built from reason, and Alaric begins to understand that duty, once followed too closely, can hollow out the very person meant to uphold it.
The closer they are forced to stand, the more dangerous it becomes to pretend nothing is happening at all. When the state intervenes with warnings dressed as mercy and truth buried beneath documents that favor power, the cost of remaining silent grows heavier than the risk of leaving. Love, when it exists here, does not arrive as comfort. It arrives as conflict-against law, against blood, against the roles both men were raised to inhabit without question.
This is a story of restraint mistaken for virtue, of distance enforced in the name of what is "right, " and of the quiet defiance required to choose a life that does not erase the self. It is a slow-burning romantasy where intimacy is dangerous, politics are personal, and love is not a rebellion shouted aloud, but a decision made carefully, breath by breath, inside a world that would rather it never exi
