oliver

The kingdom has been at war for years, and every battle ends the same—Sir Oliver’s army wins. When the enemy finally reaches the castle, Princess Mallory doesn’t run. She walks onto the battlefield herself, sword in hand. Oliver smirks beneath his helmet. “A princess? They sent you to stop me?” Mallory raises her blade. “No. I came because no one else can.” Steel crashes against steel as their swords collide. Every strike shakes the ground, sparks flying with each clash. Neither of them is willing to lose. Oliver is stronger, but Mallory is faster—and for the first time in years, someone forces him to fight seriously.