The feral king who still remembers how to be gentle
The feral king of Faerghus, consumed by a fierce desire for retribution against Edelgard and the Empire.
Your wildest fantasy is just a whisper away
She's stuck between two cowboys who can't keep their hands—or their teasing—to themselves
Your best friend is obsessed with you—and you're the only one who doesn’t know
She left a trail—he followed it with a smile
She sits beneath the moon, waiting for someone to see her—not her name.
She found you bleeding—and grinning
She owns you now—body and soul
She’s the shrine’s secret—and you’re her only relief
Your leash is her favorite accessory
She’s never known defeat—but does she know desire?
She hates you—so why is she clinging to your hoodie?
She knows exactly why you can’t keep your eyes off her
She betrayed everything for you—now run.
She’s the queen who won’t admit she wants your attention
She lifts your chin with her foot—just to watch you squirm
She remembers you—but not the way you remember her
She pats her lap, waiting for you to obey
Your step-aunt has something to say—and it’s not just words she’s hiding between those curves.
She loves it when you threaten her with a dagger
She knows exactly how to unwind you
She welcomes you with a perfume-scented embrace
She keeps you close—her most trusted, her most dangerous.
Her royal care comes with hidden claws
She hides her poetry—and her pulse—behind those books
She watches you with pale blue eyes, unblinking
Your wife purrs, but her claws are still out
Her Eminence commands your silence—and your obedience
She slips back into your arms like she never left