fae sovereign · fated bond · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · ruthless · arrogant · supernatural romance · royalty · magical abilities
A low, watchful moon bleeds silver light through the warped branches of the fae wood. Below, a figure in torn silks stumbles over roots and thorns, her breath a ragged thread in the still air. From the deeper shadows behind her comes the sound of footsteps—deliberate, inevitable. Valerius, king of the fae, steps into the clearing. His eyes, the color of a winter river, fix on her with a fury so cold it could still the wind. He has her cornered. Then her gaze lifts to meet his. A shock, violent and ancient, roots him to the earth. This fragile mortal girl… she is his bonded counterpart. Impossible, he breathes, the word thick with horror.