Dark Romance Series by Polly Bane

There are no heroes in this story.Only kings and queens, conquerors and conquered, captors and the ones who try to escape them.Lyria Ilvoria was born a queen, a woman of fire and defiance, heir to a kingdom now reduced to ash and ruin. Her father was cut down before her eyes, her crown stolen, her people slaughtered. And now, she belongs to the warlord who destroyed her world.Vaelen D’Aratheon is not a man... moreThere are no heroes in this story.Only kings and queens, conquerors and conquered, captors and the ones who try to escape them.Lyria Ilvoria was born a queen, a woman of fire and defiance, heir to a kingdom now reduced to ash and ruin. Her father was cut down before her eyes, her crown stolen, her people slaughtered. And now, she belongs to the warlord who destroyed her world.Vaelen D’Aratheon is not a man. He is a king built for war, his hands stained with blood, his heart carved from steel and conquest. He does not take brides for love. He does not keep queens for peace. He takes them to own, to break, to bend to his will until they beg for the chains that bind them.Lyria swore she would never kneel.Vaelen swore he would make her.A war is fought between their bodies, between defiance and dominance, between the need for power and the need to ruin and be ruined. But when desire tangles with hate, when pleasure bleeds into submission, when pain becomes the sweetest form of surrender…Who truly conquers who?She was a queen.Now, she is his.And she will never escape him.This is not a love story.This is a battle.And only one of them will survive it. less

She came to him with lies on her lips and shame in her eyes.A small suitcase. Cheap shoes. That look people carry when they’ve run out of places to go but still pretend like they chose the fall. She said she just needed a room. Quiet, temporary. Just until she got “back on her feet.” And he nodded, letting her settle in with practiced silence, while he catalogued every trembling glance, every nervous smile, every soft habit she tried to hide.She didn't know who he was.Not yet... moreShe came to him with lies on her lips and shame in her eyes.A small suitcase. Cheap shoes. That look people carry when they’ve run out of places to go but still pretend like they chose the fall. She said she just needed a room. Quiet, temporary. Just until she got “back on her feet.” And he nodded, letting her settle in with practiced silence, while he catalogued every trembling glance, every nervous smile, every soft habit she tried to hide.She didn't know who he was.Not yet.She didn’t know that the house she stepped into wasn’t just four walls and a locked door — it was a sanctuary for the broken. A trap for the ones pretending to be whole. He wasn’t just a landlord. He wasn’t just a man.He was Daddy.And Daddy knew how to wait.He gave her rules, and she agreed too quickly. Too easily. That was the first crack. Rent was due weekly, no guests, no locked doors. He never said it out loud, but she could feel it in the way he looked at “Lie to me if you want. Lie to yourself. But I’ll see through you.”And when she slipped—just once, just enough to test the boundary—he didn’t scold. He offered her warm milk, soft words, and a question that felt like a “Are you a grown woman, or a little girl who needs help?”She laughed it off.But that night, she found a pull-up on her bed and a pacifier resting on her pillow.A “No more lies, baby girl. Let’s begin.”What started as discipline became structure. What started as obedience became dependence. What started as pretending… became everything she ever needed.This isn’t a love story.This is a slow unraveling.A tale of surrender. Of power gently taken.Of a girl who never wanted to be seen—and the Daddy who stripped her down until there was nothing left but the truth.And a diaper. less

She thought she was inheriting a house.Instead, she stepped into a school where adults are treated as children, punished like pupils, and broken into obedience under the Headmaster’s gaze.When Clara signs the Boarding School Pact, her life is no longer her own.Kneeling in classrooms, spoon-fed at nap time, humiliated in training pants, she learns that discipline is not cruelty—it is care. And the man who enforces the rules is not just her guardian, but her Daddy... moreShe thought she was inheriting a house.Instead, she stepped into a school where adults are treated as children, punished like pupils, and broken into obedience under the Headmaster’s gaze.When Clara signs the Boarding School Pact, her life is no longer her own.Kneeling in classrooms, spoon-fed at nap time, humiliated in training pants, she learns that discipline is not cruelty—it is care. And the man who enforces the rules is not just her guardian, but her Daddy.The Boarding School A Dark Age Play Romance is a twisted, intoxicating story of regression, humiliation, and surrender. Perfect for fans of taboo erotica, ABDL fantasies, and Daddy/little romances where punishment and tenderness blur until resistance collapses into obedience.🔥 Rituals of forced regression (uniforms, pacifiers, nap times) Public spankings, punishments, and humiliations Tender aftercare entwined with strict control A stern Headmaster who becomes Daddy An heir who loses everything—except her identity as his little girl By the time the ceremony ends, Clara isn’t an heir anymore.She’s Daddy’s little girl. less