BETROTHED TO THE ARROGANT PRINCE -HIS UNTAMED WARRIOR QUEEN

✷✷✷CAMELOT✷✷✷"You must be kidding me, Father."Prince Orion stood in the war room, arms crossed over his chest, every inch of him radiating barely controlled fury. The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the massive oak table that dominated the space. Maps and battle plans cluttered its surface territories marked in red, supply routes traced in ink, the careful choreography of war laid bare. But none of it mattered now. Not when his father had just dropped a gods-damned bomb into his life.King Matthias of Camelot didn't even look up from the letter he was reading, his weathered fingers tracing the wax seal. "I assure you, I am perfectly serious.""A marriage." Orion's voice dropped to something dangerously quiet, the kind of tone that made seasoned warriors take a step back. "To some spoiled little princess from a kingdom I could conquer before breakfast.""Silvara may be small," his father said, finally setting down the parchment, "but it's o

"What…"The knights of Camelot hit Garrick's forces like a hammer blow from the gods themselves. At their head rode a figure on a massive black warhorse, moving through the enemy lines with the casual efficiency of Death taking inventory. His sword was a blur of silver and crimson, and men fell before him like wheat before a scythe.One. Two. Five. Ten.He killed ten soldiers without even dismounting, his horse responding to the slightest pressure of his knees while his blade did its brutal work.Adrienne found herself staring.The rider's armor was dark steel chased with gold, his helm shaped like a lion's maw. But it was the way he moved that caught her attention…fluid, precise, utterly devastating. He made killing look like an art form.His gaze swept the battlefield, sharp and assessing. Then stopped on her.Even across the chaos and carnage, Adrienne felt the weight of that stare. The rider's head tilted slightly, and she knew he'd recognized her. The only woman on the battlefiel

✷✷⁠✷CAMELOT✷✷✷Orion slammed into the palace suite like a storm, his mood as black as the sky outside. Dinner with his family had been a special kind of torture—his father unmoved by his report that Princess Adrienne could clearly defend herself, his sister finding the entire situation hilarious."We're going to Silvara for dinner tomorrow night," his father had announced, as casually as if he were discussing the weather."What? You mean who and…""Father, all of us, right?" Giselle had interrupted, practically vibrating with glee. "Including me? I need to see the girl who's making my big brother run mad.""Manners, Giselle," their mother had cautioned, but even she'd been smiling.Orion had excused himself shortly after, unable to stomach another minute of his family's amusement at his expense.Now he stood in his chambers, yanking at his collar, wanting nothing more than to hit something. Or drink something. Or…"You're back."The voice came from his bed, sultry and knowing. Celeste

The world tilted.No.No.This couldn't be happening. The pompous knight who'd swooped in to save her couldn't possibly be the prince."Oh, you're here too," Adrienne heard herself say, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "Great. Where's the actual prince?"Silence filled the throne room, if a single pin fell you could possibly hear its sound.Orion's smirk transformed into a full, devastating grin. "Right here, Princess."The floor might as well have opened up and swallowed her whole."You've got to be fucking kidding me."She said it out loud. In front of both royal families.For one frozen heartbeat, nobody moved.Then Princess Giselle burst out laughing—a bright, uncontrollable sound that echoed off the stone walls. She doubled over, actually clutching her stomach, tears streaming down her face."Oh—oh my gods—" Giselle gasped between fits of laughter. "She—she didn't know! She had no idea!"King Aldric's face had gone white. King Matthias's expression was stone col

"That was the best dinner I've ever attended," Giselle announced before they'd even left Silvara's gates. "And I've attended a lot of dinners.""I'm thrilled you enjoyed my humiliation," Orion said dryly. "Oh, it wasn't humiliation. It was enlightening." She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. "She's perfect for you.""No one is perfect for me… definitely not that little brat of a princess."Giselle turned to their mother. "Mother, back me up. She's perfect for him."Queen Helena smiled serenely. "She's certainly spirited.""Spirited," Orion repeated. "That's one word for it.""What word would you use?" his father asked, speaking for the first time since they'd left the palaceOrion considered. "Feral. Reckless. Sharp-tongued. Absolutely impossible.""And?" King Matthias's expression was unreadable."And... competent. Brave. Not what I expected." He stared out the carriage window at the darkening landscape. "She can actually fight. Really fight. I watched her on that battlefield—she'