Amirah Adara Nikky Thorne Under My Princess New Page

Amirah, a woman who had built her life on controlled infernos and perfectly executed heists, felt the first real jolt of fear in a decade. She knew Nikky Thorne by reputation: a tyrant with the face of a fallen angel and the appetite of a black hole. Next to Nikky, the rumors said, even hell looked like a spa.

Nikky rose. She moved like a blade being drawn. “Under my princess,” she said, the phrase landing like a brand. “You’ve heard the phrase. You think it’s a title. A position. A cage.” She descended the dais, her gown trailing smoke. “It’s none of those. It’s a promise. I have a court of sycophants, a legion of ghosts, and a treasury of broken things. What I lack is someone who would rather bite my hand than kiss my ring.” amirah adara nikky thorne under my princess new

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