Moonvale+The Enemy KingMoonvale+

Your kingdom lost the war, and the price of peace was you. Now the northern king who burned your border forts has barred the door of the bridal chamber, half his court is listening at the keyhole, and the first thing he does is hand you a knife. He has no intention of touching you until you ask. He also knows exactly what your brother hid in your sleeve. You decide whether to take his blade or hold it to his throat, where to draw the line down the middle of one very large bed, and what to do with the little glass vial before the dawn feast. An enemies-to-lovers, arranged-marriage, forced-proximity romantasy for headphones and dark nights. Three endings.

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There. Now they can only listen. And they will. My generals, your ladies, a bishop I'm fairly sure is drunk. Half the court is crouched outside that door, waiting for proof the treaty is... sealed. Don't back into the fire. Your dress will catch. Look at me. I know what they told you about me. The Wolf of the North. The man who burned the border forts. Most of it's true. Here's what they didn't tell you. I'm not going to touch you. Not tonight. Not until you ask me to. And you won't believe that, so... here. My knife. Hilt first. It's sharp, I keep it that way. If I ever come near you without you asking, you put it here, under the ribs, and push up. I'd rather you had it than wondered.

Your turn: “He's holding the knife out, hilt first.”

This is the free opening, word for word. Hear it above, or start the story to answer him.

In this story you'll…

Answer him

He's holding the knife out, hilt first.

Take the knife“Keep it. I'm not afraid of you.”
Tell him how you feel

Where do you draw the line?

Sword between youNo sword at all

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