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LOVE IMPOSSIBLE

LOVE IMPOSSIBLE

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He was a monster by design-until she made it a lie. Crowned heir to a merciless empire, Killian Vaelthorne is a man carved from ice. The world knows him as the Heartless One, a title earned not by cruelty, but by the chilling truth: he cannot love. No pulse of desire, no flicker of warmth. Only a void where a soul should burn. Then she arrives. A storm in human form, Elara laughs where others cower, her defiance a blade against his frozen throne. She shouldn't matter. She shouldn't make his blood sing. Yet with every clash of wills, the impossible happens: he feels. But in a world where love is weakness and his throne is built on blood, Killian must choose, shatter the curse of his hollow heart... or destroy the only woman who dared to melt it.

Chapter 1 THE HEARTLESS ONE

(Killian's POV)

The executioner's axe came down with a wet thunk.

I watched, elbow propped on the obsidian throne, as the traitor's head rolled across the blood-slicked marble. It came to rest at the foot of the dais, glassy eyes staring up at me in eternal accusation.

Next, I said.

The throne room held its breath.

My fingers drummed against the snarling wolf carved into the armrest. The sound echoed like a death knell through the silent hall. Even the ever-burning braziers seemed to dim as the guards dragged forward the second prisoner.

Prince Killian, please

I lifted a single finger. The plea died in his throat.

You plotted against the crown, I said, tilting my head. Did you truly believe I wouldn't notice?

The nobleman trembled, his fine silk robes soaked through with sweat. The stench of his fear mixed with the iron tang of fresh blood and the cloying perfume of the white roses lining the hall. My mother's touch. As if flowers could purify this place.

I rose from the throne. My shadow stretched long across the terrified faces of the court. The click of my boots against marble was the only sound in the cavernous hall.

When I stopped before the condemned man, he flinched as if I'd struck him.

Look at me.

When he didn't obey, Riven-my ever-loyal captain-grabbed a fistful of greying hair and wrenched his head up.

Do you know why they call me the Heartless One? I asked, crouching to his level. My dagger found its way into my hand, the blade catching the firelight. It's not because I enjoy this."**

The edge of my knife traced the pounding vein in his throat.

It's because I feel nothing at all.

The truth of it settled in my bones as I straightened. No racing pulse. No sick thrill. Just the same yawning void that had lived in my chest since the day I realized-

I was broken.

At sixteen, when other boys wrote poetry and chased skirts, I watched my first execution with dry eyes. At twenty, when my father shoved his latest mistress at me like some perverse gift, I sent her away untouched. Now, at twenty-five, the entire kingdom whispered that I was more demon than man.

They weren't wrong.

Hang the body from the western gate, I told Riven as I wiped my blade clean on the dead man's cloak. Let the crows have what's left.

As I turned to leave, the sea of courtiers parted like frightened sheep. Their fear was a living thing, pulsing in the air between us. Good. Fear kept them obedient. Fear kept me safe.

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