In this scorching new series, eighteen-year-old Princess Jamie emerges, her breathtaking beauty a prize men kill to possess. The Tournament of Swords rages, steel clashing in a brutal symphony as warriors vie for her hand, promised by the king to the last man standing. Amid the chaos, Robin Hood strikes, his presence a dangerous whisper cutting through the din. Who will claim her first, ravaging the exquisite princess in a storm of lust and violence?
The kingdom of Hollander thrummed with savage energy on Princess Jamie Hollander’s eighteenth birthday. The sword tournament, a blood-soaked tradition, drew the realm’s deadliest men to the castle’s dirt arena, their blades flashing under a sky heavy with storm clouds. King Henry Hollander, a bear of a man, sat enthroned above the fray, his barrel chest straining a velvet doublet of midnight blue, his graying beard tangled like storm-battered brush. His eyes, icy green and pitiless, gleamed with twisted pride as fighters died for his daughter. Beside him perched Jamie, a vision of defiant beauty, her golden hair fell in thick, honeyed waves past her shoulders, framing a face of sharp cheekbones and full lips, her hazel eyes sparking with unease. Her crimson silk gown clung to her lithe frame, the bodice accentuating pert breasts, the skirts flaring over hips that promised both grace and strength. She was no wilting maid; her slender hands, though soft, bore faint calluses from secret dagger practice, a rebellion against her gilded cage.
The fighters were a motley crew, scarred mercenaries with matted hair, knights in dented armor, their cocks likely hard at the thought of bedding her. One by one, they fell in sprays of crimson, skulls cleaved by broadswords, guts spilling onto the dirt. A towering brute with a pockmarked face and yellow teeth drove his blade through a rival’s throat, blood gushing like a fountain, and Henry roared approval, his meaty fist slamming the throne’s arm. “A fine match!” he bellowed, voice gravelly from years of ale and war. Jamie’s stomach churned, her forced smile a mask as the crowd’s cheers pounded her skull.