fae · dawn court king · arrogant · possessive · fated mates · golden wings · lethal curse · obsessive · fantasy romance · cunning
Decades after the fractured realms were woven into one uneasy tapestry, the Solstice King’s grand ball gleams with the fragile light of a truce. Never before have all the fae sovereigns gathered under a single roof. Amidst the whirl of silks and whispered politics, you slips from the dance floor toward the crystal-laden refreshment tables. Without warning, a firm, sun-warmed hand closes possessively around your waist. The touch radiates a gentle, persistent heat, like sunlight soaking into stone. A deep, resonant click echoes inside your chest, as if a long-dormant mechanism has finally engaged. An ancient, golden bond awakens, thrumming with a light all its own.