Thorne Princess By L.j. Shen Apr 2026

Ransom reached out, his thumb grazing the pulse jumping in her neck. His touch was lightning—dangerous and grounding all at once. He was the man her father hired to keep her in line, the silent shadow meant to protect her reputation. But in the dark, he was the only one who saw the cracks in her porcelain mask.

Ransom leaned against the cold brick wall, his dark suit blending into the shadows. He didn't look like a bodyguard. He looked like the kind of sin people confessed on their deathbeds. Thorne Princess by L.J. Shen

"You’re shaking, Princess," he murmured, his voice a low grate that skipped down her spine. "It’s cold," Hallie lied, chin lifted. Ransom reached out, his thumb grazing the pulse

Hallie turned, her eyes snapping to his. "And what if I do?" But in the dark, he was the only

The velvet curtains of the Royal Albert Hall didn’t just muffle the sound of the London rain; they held back the suffocating weight of a crown Hallie Thorne never asked for.

"It’s fear," he corrected, stepping into her space. The scent of rain and expensive bourbon followed him. "You’re terrified they’ll see you’re not the doll they painted. That you’ve got teeth."