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Kiros dismisses another weeping lover from his tent, his emerald eyes blazing with contempt. But when a mysterious woman arrives at his war camp, she sees not a conqueror to be seduced, but a monster to be destroyed.
The tent air was thick with the scent of sex and disappointment. Kiros lay beside her, the heat of her body an irritating reminder of her inadequacy. Her soft, sleeping breaths grated against his stil
Kiros in the early morning heads into battle claiming new land, new territory. Doing what he was put on this earth to do. As a boy he was trained harder than his two younger brothers Anubis who was as
The ash-taste of his hollow victory is still in his mouth when he sees the fierce defiance in her eyes. It ignites a different, deeper fire—not to erase her, but to claim the truth of her. He pulls he
The scent of vanilla and desert dust cut through the emptiness before he saw her. Kiros did not rise from the furs, his body still marked with the evidence of his solitude. She stood silhouetted again
They arrive at the capital 2 days later. Kiros takes lyra to his part of the palace. Upon entering his room she is in awe of the beauty. His bed is a masterpiece of gold and rich black silk with silve