Forbidden Bonds (POLY) [MXMXM]
Introduction
Prince Lysander Ravenn (20 years old)
His smile is soft enough to disarm even the cruelest souls.
Unlike his father, he despises the concept of slaves and treats everyone with kindness.
Believes there’s goodness hidden in everyone.
Even when others warn him not to trust too easily.
Rarely leaves the palace walls.
Making him curious but unprepared for the darkness outside.
His sweetness entangles both Kaelen and Thorne, pulling them into his orbit.
Bodyguard Thorne Draxen (25 years old)
Speaks little, but his presence is constant—
He is always where Lysander is, seen or unseen.
His devotion goes beyond duty.
His loyalty borders on dangerous obsession.
His life before the palace is erased.
Whispers say he was trained as a killer, not a guard.
Never shows his hand, but his eyes track Kaelen like a predator deciding when to strike.
For Lysander’s safety, he would do anything—
Lie, betray, kill, or burn the world.
Ex-Prince Kaelen Veyra (29 years old)
Once born to rule, now a slave in the kingdom that slaughtered his family.
His chains cannot erase his royal bearing.
Every breath is dedicated to one purpose.
Killing the Ravenn king who destroyed his world.
Appears obedient, but his eyes never stop watching, calculating, waiting for the perfect strike.
He can shift from venom to velvet, seducing or deceiving if it brings him closer to vengeance.
Lysander’s gentle heart unsettles him—
He tells himself it’s weakness, but the pull feels dangerously real.
Chapter 1
The palace of the Draconian Kingdom was a place of shadows.
Its halls smelled of blood.
Its walls carried the weight of screams that had never truly faded.
And at the center of it all sat King Kaelith Ravenn.
His eyes burned with the satisfaction of a predator who never stopped hunting.
Kaelith Ravenn (Mc's father)
Son.
Kaelith’s voice cut through the hall like a blade, cold and sharp.
Kaelith Ravenn (Mc's father)
Look at these slaves and choose whoever you like.
Poor Prince Lysander froze under his father’s gaze.
His soft hands trembled slightly as his eyes darted to the man standing beside him—
His bodyguard, Thorne Draxen.
The one who had been with him since childhood.
The one who always stood between him and the cruelty of this palace.
Lysander didn’t like slaves.
He hated the very thought of it.
But in the Draconian court, his wishes meant nothing.
His father’s tricks had always been the same.
If Lysander refused, if he disobeyed, Kaelith would not punish him.
No—he would punish those Lysander loved most.
Thorne had taken those punishments more times than Lysander could count.
Whipped, beaten, left bleeding… and each time...
He had endured it with a calm face, a faint smile, never once blaming Lysander.
It was torture far worse than striking Lysander directly.
Lysander’s chest tightened.
His lips pressed into a thin line.
He forced his eyes to the line of slaves kneeling before the throne.
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Chapter 2
He forced his eyes to the line of slaves kneeling before the throne.
Some trembled, others stared blankly at the floor.
The prince thought quickly.
If he must choose, he would choose someone harmless.
Someone who could do small things—
Carry his books, tend to his chambers.
Someone who might suffer the least under his “ownership.”
His frame still strong despite the hunger etched into his bones.
His skin carried the map of cruelty—
Cuts, bruises, scars both fresh and old.
His clothes were torn to shreds, soaked with dirt and dried blood.
He looked nothing like a slave.
His back was too straight.
Though half-shadowed—held a fire that refused to die.
For a moment, Lysander’s breath caught.
This man didn’t belong in chains.
He looked like a fallen warrior.
A predator forced into a cage.
And that was when Lysander understood.
If this man had been brought here in such a state…
He had offended the king.
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