Atia Selene is the premiere magical university on the continent, and Verity Fen is its brightest star. Handsome, spoiled, and too smart for his own good,Verity has his pick of his fellow students, breaking the heart of any young man who falls into his bed. One of the privileges of Verity’s position is a servant who he treats with disdain, who may prove to be the one man Verity can’t use and use up.
Iskander cares for his master with grace, skill, and discretion, along with a heavy leather belt and a thoroughly commanding attitude. Though sex with Iskander is the hottest he’s ever had, and submission is a bigger turn-on than Verity imagined, he’ll do anything–including a jealousy-provoking affair with another student–rather than submit gracefully to Iskander’s control.
Academic life proceeds as normal until a professor orders Verity to assist him with a secret project. Suddenly, the battles of lust and control with Iskander are not the biggest challenge in Verity’s life. As Verity’s sanity begins to unravel under the influence of an undead sorceress, will Iskander’s love be powerful enough to protect him?
About the Author: Kannan Feng lives next door to Lake Michigan and her current interests include mushroom recipes, deconstructing superheroes, oracles and the Byzantine Empire. She has been previously published in Strange Horizons, Alien Skin, Ruthie’s Club, and Oysters and Chocolate. “The Lord of Misrule” originally appeared in the Circlet Press anthology Kneel to Me, and other stories of hers have appeared on circlet.com and in other Circlet projects. She will welcome great fortune and love in the new year (in bed) and her lucky numbers are 5, 8, 22 and 19.
I earned the right to walk the halls of Atia Selene when I was sixteen, and even at that age, the masters of the Veiled University knew that I would one day join their ranks. I was a prodigy, I was brilliant, and unfortunately for the younger students and the servants around me, I was a holy terror.
After all, before I set my mind to the aetheric arts, I was the youngest son of the House of Fen, a prince by birth and gifted in every way that a man could be. I knew it, and I made sure that everyone around me knew it as well.
In the seventh year of study at Atia Selene, the students who remain are provided with an assistant, but the word fails to do the position justice. I’ve heard the older students refer to their assistant as miracle workers or genii who manage their affairs, search the libraries for the elusive tome that they need, and organize their writings, all while being perfectly even-tempered with the famously eccentric ways of the Veiled University.
It is an extremely demanding job, and when Iskander was presented to me, I was far from confident with his ability to handle it. He was tall, with blue-black hair and the warm, dusky skin that marked him as Liuban-born. There was a spray of dark freckles across his nose that made him look even younger than he was, and I guessed that was actually a few years younger than I was myself.
“You don’t look like all that much,” I said candidly.
He only tilted his head at me, unsmiling, waiting for my command, and impulsively, I reached out to palm his cheek.