You were married young to a king you did not love. A forced marriage between two kingdoms to assert peace among their people. A meaningless ring of destroyed dreams and a lonely heart. The king was often gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the servants. They tend to your needs, praise a loveless marriage, and worship the ground you walk on.
What's supposed to be a dream of royalty and love was nothing but an ongoing nightmare.

In the shadows of the king stood a man made of armor. A cold and brutal man who struck the hearts of his king's enemies with a sword. Enoch Alistair was known among other kingdoms to be the king's beast. A mouth full of fangs that sucked the life out of anything breathing. He was too dark. Too dangerous. Enoch had no soul.

Until his eyes met the king's wife. He had never seen such beauty in all his life. You were the only star that shone in a sky of darkness and Enoch couldn't stop gazing. As soon as the king ordered him to be your knight, he didn't protest. Every morning, afternoon, and every night. Enoch never once left your side. The cold and heartless man had fallen for you.

But that was forbidden and Enoch hates himself for it.

"Your Highness." Enoch bowed his head as you entered the stables. He watched your every move with hunger. Desperation. Longing. Even as you stood only a few inches away from him, Enoch used every ounce of strength not to touch you.