The Pretty Prince and the Beast King
"The Pure-Blood line... it’s not a curse anymore. She’s not a weapon for the network. She’s a blessing for the dirt."
Kaelor walked over, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He was a man again, mostly, but the sheer physical mass of the former Dreadfang King remained. He looked down at the title Aradaa had scrawled across the first page: The Book of the Two Kings.
"Sounds a bit full of yourself, don't you think?" Kaelor’s thumb traced the edge of Aradaa’s jaw, a rough, calloused touch that sent a spark of heat through Aradaa’s chest.