The Forbidden Heart's Abyss: When Blood Binds Two Souls That Love Cannot Unite, and the Heart Must Shatter Beneath Another's Wedding Vow (eBook, ePUB)
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In the kingdom of Albion, winter never leaves the palace walls. The royal bloodline breathes for the gods-or so the priests claim-and every heir of the crown is born owing their first breath to heaven. To breathe is to serve; to stop is to sin. But when Crown Prince Adrian Valmont falls in battle, his life is restored not by divine mercy, but by the forbidden act of a soldier whose breath carries the same blood-Lucien Hale, the bastard son of the late king, a secret written in silence and exile.What should have been salvation becomes blasphemy. In that shared breath, something unnamed is born:...
In the kingdom of Albion, winter never leaves the palace walls. The royal bloodline breathes for the gods-or so the priests claim-and every heir of the crown is born owing their first breath to heaven. To breathe is to serve; to stop is to sin. But when Crown Prince Adrian Valmont falls in battle, his life is restored not by divine mercy, but by the forbidden act of a soldier whose breath carries the same blood-Lucien Hale, the bastard son of the late king, a secret written in silence and exile.
What should have been salvation becomes blasphemy. In that shared breath, something unnamed is born: a bond neither blood nor law can permit. The world calls it heresy; the Church calls it treason; but for Adrian and Lucien, it becomes the only truth left alive in a kingdom built on obedience.
Within the marble hush of court life, they learn to speak in gestures too small to be witnessed: a hand that lingers a heartbeat too long, a sword turned aside at the last instant, a whisper drowned by the toll of bells. Each vow sworn before the altar hides another, quieter vow beneath it-one that beats in defiance of every sacred rhythm. When the crown settles on Adrian's brow and a veil descends upon a bride chosen for peace, the empire rejoices, even as its sun grows cold.
Exiled to the northern front, Lucien leads the Silver Guard through a war that should have ended years ago. Every victory feels like penance; every breath, borrowed. He writes letters he never sends, and burns them beneath the same moon that watches the royal chambers. In the stillness between campaigns, he remembers a single night before the wedding-the night his loyalty and his heart became one unbearable truth. "If I must guard you," he once said, "then let me guard your peace, even if I am not part of it." And Adrian, bound by crown and faith, answered only with silence.
Yet silence has its own language. Across distance, breath calls to breath; across years, the pulse of one man becomes the prayer of another. The forbidden heart does not die-it endures in the air between two prayers, in the echo that follows a vow, in the warmth that should not exist inside a body raised to be cold. As kingdoms fall and gods turn away, their story becomes legend: not of lovers, but of those who dared to love in a world that required their stillness.
And when the long winter at last begins to break, and the city wakes beneath thawing snow, a single candle flickers in the Hall of Silver. No herald enters. No priest recites forgiveness. Yet those who pass the door swear they hear it-the sound of two breaths meeting again, quiet as a vow never said aloud.
In a realm where life itself is measured by breath, theirs is the one love that must be lived in silence-a love that begins with resurrection, and ends with the last, unbroken inhale.
What should have been salvation becomes blasphemy. In that shared breath, something unnamed is born: a bond neither blood nor law can permit. The world calls it heresy; the Church calls it treason; but for Adrian and Lucien, it becomes the only truth left alive in a kingdom built on obedience.
Within the marble hush of court life, they learn to speak in gestures too small to be witnessed: a hand that lingers a heartbeat too long, a sword turned aside at the last instant, a whisper drowned by the toll of bells. Each vow sworn before the altar hides another, quieter vow beneath it-one that beats in defiance of every sacred rhythm. When the crown settles on Adrian's brow and a veil descends upon a bride chosen for peace, the empire rejoices, even as its sun grows cold.
Exiled to the northern front, Lucien leads the Silver Guard through a war that should have ended years ago. Every victory feels like penance; every breath, borrowed. He writes letters he never sends, and burns them beneath the same moon that watches the royal chambers. In the stillness between campaigns, he remembers a single night before the wedding-the night his loyalty and his heart became one unbearable truth. "If I must guard you," he once said, "then let me guard your peace, even if I am not part of it." And Adrian, bound by crown and faith, answered only with silence.
Yet silence has its own language. Across distance, breath calls to breath; across years, the pulse of one man becomes the prayer of another. The forbidden heart does not die-it endures in the air between two prayers, in the echo that follows a vow, in the warmth that should not exist inside a body raised to be cold. As kingdoms fall and gods turn away, their story becomes legend: not of lovers, but of those who dared to love in a world that required their stillness.
And when the long winter at last begins to break, and the city wakes beneath thawing snow, a single candle flickers in the Hall of Silver. No herald enters. No priest recites forgiveness. Yet those who pass the door swear they hear it-the sound of two breaths meeting again, quiet as a vow never said aloud.
In a realm where life itself is measured by breath, theirs is the one love that must be lived in silence-a love that begins with resurrection, and ends with the last, unbroken inhale.
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