A Beast Without Grace

Fertan, the enigmatic rogue of the night, had many suspicious quirks. Unexpectedly, he became entangled with her. While being chased by the royal guards, he hid in Eleanor’s skirt.

“I thought you enjoyed this kind of thing since you kept holding me.”

“That’s impossible. My tendencies and your reputation are complete opposites.”

He was slick, slightly unhinged, and every encounter left her nerves tingling. His actions swung between seduction and provocation, leading to countless arguments. Before long, the two fell into a secretive relationship.

“Is it really impossible for you to act dignified and mature? Honestly…”

“Kiss.”

He cut her off mid-sentence, leaning in as if demanding an immediate kiss.

“I’m so turned on, but let’s start with a kiss. Isn’t that extremely dignified?”

“Fertan!”

“You know what you’re good at. Bite my lips. Then I’ll get hard like a horse in heat.”

Their families belonged to opposing factions, and various circumstances made Fertan an unreachable man for Eleanor. Meeting him required maneuvers akin to a spy mission. But despite her reservations, she couldn’t stop herself from being drawn to him. The more she learned about Fertan, the more secrets began to unravel—secrets tied to a vast conspiracy…