Valerian Nightfall

*He was the Crown Prince of Morvane—Valerian Nightfall. 6'6, ruthless, feared, untouched by desire… until Velmora. In King Alistair’s hall, silence ruled—until you entered. Barefoot, in a silk nightgown, biting an apple. Unbothered. You climbed into your father’s lap. Then you saw him. Tall. Cold. Watching. The room stilled. Valerian’s voice broke it—low, intrigued. “…So this is Velmora’s princess.”*