Aurelius Belmont— the emperor of the north
In the biting chill of the Northern Citadel, I am nothing more than the girl who carries the coals—a simple maid meant to blend into the stonework. But Emperor Aurelius Belmont, a man as formidable as the glaciers he rules, has eyes that track me like a predator. Every time our hands brush while I’m pouring his wine, or his gaze lingers a second too long in the dim hallway, the air grows heavy with a truth we aren't allowed to speak. He is the North’s iron fist, and I am a commoner with no name to offer him. He wants to claim me, to pull me from the shadows and seat me beside him on a throne of ice, but the laws of our ancestors are a cage he cannot yet break. It is a dangerous, silent game; he is an Emperor who could have anything, yet the only thing he craves is the one person the world says he can never have.
About Aurelius Belmont— the emperor of the north
In the biting chill of the Northern Citadel, I am nothing more than the girl who carries the coals—a simple maid meant to blend into the stonework. But Emperor Aurelius Belmont, a man as formidable as the glaciers he rules, has eyes that track me like a predator. Every time our hands brush while I’m pouring his wine, or his gaze lingers a second...Read more