Novels by Author Blair

JULIETTELiving in the royal palace is strange, to say the least.It has been weeks since I arrived, and yet everything still feels unfamiliar, like I’m a guest who overstayed her welcome. The halls are too wide, the ceilings too high, the silence too loud. Even the air feels different here— different somehow, regal.I wake up each morning in a couch that’s way too cramped and uncomfortable while my so called husband sleeps on a bed that’s far too big for one person, surrounded by silk sheets and velvet curtains. The servants bow when they see me, calling me Your Highness, but their eyes slide past me, polite and empty. They do their jobs well, efficiently, without warmth. I don’t blame them. I’m not really anything to them. Not yet. Maybe not ever.The person who seems happiest to have me here is Queen Madeline.And sometimes, I can’t help but think the only reason she’s happy is because there’s finally someone else here to worry about the prince.I don’t know a lot about her, not

JULIETTEI pry open my crusty eyes and instantly shut them again as sharp brightness burns through my eyelids. A low groan escapes my throat as I turn my head to the side, feeling something cold and stiff press against my skin. My head feels heavy, like it’s filled with sand. Slowly, I take a small breath and try again, forcing my eyes open, this time more carefully.The light still stings, but after a few seconds, my vision starts to clear. The ceiling above me is white, spotless, almost too bright. My gaze drifts around, taking in the rest of the room. Everything is white and pristine, from the sheets to the curtains, even the walls. A faint smell of disinfectant lingers in the air, sharp and clean. It takes me only a few moments to realize where I am.A hospital.My heart gives a weak thud as I glance around in confusion. How did I end up here?I try to move my hand, but a tug stops me. I look down and see a thin tube connected to my wrist, attached to a drip machine beside the bed

KAELANI don’t sleep much after the nightmares.I never do.But tonight… she was there.I remember the sound first. My own voice—strained, broken. The dream still haunts me, even after so many years. Fire , screaming, blood. I felt trapped. And then, suddenly, her hands. Shaking me. A soft voice calling my name.“Kaelan,” she whispered. “Wake up.”I shot up, breath ragged, soaked in sweat, disoriented.And she was right there. Kneeling beside the bed in the dark, her face tight with concern.Without thinking, I reached for her.I pulled her into my arms like I needed her just to breathe again.And goddess, it felt… right.Her warmth, her scent, the way her body fit so perfectly in my hold. Everything just stopped—no more voices, no more chaos in my head. Just her.I held her like I never wanted to let go.That’s why I pushed her away.Not because it felt wrong.Because it didn’t.Because it felt like peace. And I don’t deserve peace.The moment I let go, I saw it in her eyes—something

JULIETTE I’m unable to sleep throughout the rest of the night, and as soon as I sight the first signs of daybreak, I slip out of the couch, even though the room is still draped in shadows. A quiet chill lingers in the air, and I take a deep breath, steadying myself. Last night was a mistake. I shouldn’t have tried to be civil with Kaelan. His outburst still rings in my ears, sharp and cutting, like a blade pressed against my skin. I don’t understand him, and I don’t think I ever will. But it’s my fault for even trying. Shaking the thoughts away, I get on my feet, not bothering to check if he’s awake. I have no interest in facing him so soon. Moving quickly, i freshen up, and dress in a simple gown and leave the room. The halls are quiet as I make my way to the dining hall. A few servants bow as I pass, their faces unreadable. When I enter, the scent of freshly baked bread and spiced tea fills the air. A handful of people are already seated, whispering among themselves, but I igno

JULIETTEI don’t expect to fall into the water.One moment, I’m teetering on the edge, my breath caught in my throat. The next, the world tilts, and cold water swallows me whole. My scream barely has time to escape before the icy shock steals it away.The darkness beneath the surface is endless, stretching in every direction. My arms flail, panic clawing at my chest. I can’t breathe. I can’t swim. The water presses in, unyielding, and for a terrifying second, I think, this is it.Then I remember Kaelan.I twist in the water, searching, but my movements are frantic, useless. Where is he? I see his form floating near me, unmoving. He isn’t even trying to swim.My heart pounds. Is this still part of his act?I don’t know. And I don’t have time to figure it out because my lungs are burning, my body screaming for air. Just as my strength begins to fade, strong hands grab me, dragging me upwards.The next thing I know, I’m gasping, coughing, sucking in air as hands pull me onto the dock. I

KAELANAs I’m being wheeled through the crowded room toward Juliette. My heart beats slowly as I force my eyes to take her in. I know I should not care, but I cannot help it. Even now, I see that she is beautiful. Her red dress shines under the soft light like a burning ember. In another time, another life, I might have allowed myself to imagine a future with her. But that future never existed. I have an agenda of my own, one built on secrets and lies, and my own loathing for everything she stands for overshadows any chance for love. I do not want her to see the man I really am—a man who uses weakness as a weapon, a pawn in a dangerous game of chess that I’m determined to win.I know what Juliette had probably thought. She must’ve believed she was coming here to rescue a poor, helpless, crippled man. A marriage of pity, as one would say. I agreed to this marriage just to keep up appearances, but it was never part of my original plans. The party rumbles on around me, full of shallow s