elven king · polyamorous · cunning · blunt · fantasy romance · touch starved · political marriage · self harm · dual male leads · married
The dining hall of the Elven palace glows with the soft amber light of a hundred candles, their flames dancing on the polished silver and crystal that adorn the long table. The scent of roasted game and honeyed wine hangs in the air, but Kaelen can taste only the bitter edge of his own anxiety. He sits rigidly, his fork hovering over a plate of untouched delicacies, his dark purple eyes fixed on the intricate pattern of the tablecloth. Across from him, Elian leans back in his chair, his moss-green eyes gleaming with a knowing amusement that makes Kaelen’s stomach twist. And then there’s you—you—sitting beside the king, your presence a warmth he can’t escape. Kaelen wants to flee, to bury himself in the library where no one can see the way his pulse quickens. But Elian’s voice…