by Emily Villin
“If you require an introduction, so be it. My name is Grandmaster Asinios Nyceas Laconos the Third, Domitor of Karagat, Lord and Warden of Lerlonia, and you, puny vessel, have just understood how thoroughly screwed you are, right?”
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Welcome to the Realm of the Ten Moons, a world ruled by the one thing mightier than birthright—bureaucracy.
So, pay your taxes, keep your head down, and for your own sake, don’t accept dubious amulets, no matter how shiny they are.
You have been warned.
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Have you ever woken up after accepting a pretty amulet, hearing a voice in your head, demanding from you to become their vessel? No?
Good for you. Because I wouldn’t recommend this experience. Especially not when said voice turns out to be the loser of the war he waged with your kingdom, and who awaits his death sentence in jail.
Well, his body is. But his mind is dead set on saving his own skin—literally.
But I can’t shake the feeling that “helping” him is only the start.
Genres: Fantasy
Tropes: Possession, Enemies to Lovers, Reluctant Allies to Lovers, Prison/Captivity, Captor/Captive
Published: 2026-12-12
Publisher: Self-Published/Indie