Content Warning (18+): This book contains explicit, graphic sexual content, including scenes and references to sexual assault, as well as graphic violence and gore. Intended for readers aged 18 and over. Please read at your own discretion. BOOK TWO of The Breath of Aethriel This story is not a standalone. Read Book One: A Crown of Storms before continuing. In Aethriel, freedom is never given - it's bargained for. Velari's disappearance has already shaken kingdoms. Far from court and crown, she is drawn into a hidden world of ancient loyalties, forbidden knowledge, and political games played in shadow. Every truth uncovered carries a cost, and every alliance demands something in return. Because Velari is no longer just a runaway princess. She is leverage. As old powers stir and carefully constructed lies begin to fracture, the war threatening Aethriel reveals itself as something far older - and far more personal - than any clash of armies. Gods are not what they claim to be. History is not what was recorded. And the storm within Velari is no longer content to remain contained. When she finally loses control, it will not break chains. It will break the world. ⊰────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ⚡︎ ☽ New chapter every day at 8pm GMT ☾ ⚡︎ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ──────⊱

Content Warning (18+): This book contains explicit, graphic sexual content, including scenes and references to sexual assault, as well as graphic violence and gore. Intended for readers aged 18 and over. Please read at your own discretion. She ran from a crown-straight into a storm that chose her. BOOK ONE of The Breath of Aethriel Princess Serétha has spent her life being polished, paraded, and prepared to become a political sacrifice - a sacred "union" meant to bind kingdoms under the gods' gaze. But on the eve of her fate being sealed, Serétha runs. The wilds beyond the palace are not freedom - they are hunger, cruelty, and the kind of darkness stories never warn you about. And Serétha isn't just being hunted by men who believe they own her... she's being pulled toward something she doesn't understand - something old, forbidden, and waking inside her blood. A thief with too much charm. A prince with a devotion sharp enough to cut. A world ruled by gods who do not forgive. Serétha wanted a choice. Now she has one - and it might burn Aethriel to the bone.