Uncle King’s Forbidden Love

Calla isn’t your typical damsel in distress, mostly because she already died once.
Betrayal, execution, poison—been there, done that, didn’t stick.

So when a brooding prince drags her out of the mud and calls it mercy, she knows better.
He doesn’t need a lover. He needs a weapon.

Now she works for him, training by day, bleeding by night, and pretending she doesn’t notice how his gaze lingers too long.

He’s the kind of man who could conquer a kingdom, or worse, conquer her. And Calla’s praying it’s only the first.

Because falling for your boss is bad enough. Falling for a prince with a fiancée and a taste for power?
That’s a whole new level of self-destruction.

But between the lessons in loyalty, the late-night strategy sessions, and the way his voice drops when he says her name—
she’s starting to think the real danger isn’t the war outside.
It’s the one she’s already losing inside her chest.