_RelleLebby_
A war torn realm. Two people were born under the same storm, marked by opposing forces, and raised to be enemies. He carried a fate he never chose, a title built on prophecy, and a grief he never had the time to fully feel. She carried a stolen name, a blade she was given before she was given a choice, and the slow burning conviction that she was more than what she was made into. They should never have trusted each other. The world had arranged itself very carefully to make sure of that. But something about a river at night, a carved bird passed across the water, and five conversations that were never supposed to happen broke the arrangement. This was a slow burn that earned every degree of its heat. It was a love story between people who had to become themselves before they could become anything to each other. It was a fantasy steeped in the texture of political consequence, the weight of systemic erasure, and the specific tenderness that survived inside brutal circumstances because some people refused to let it die. War had teeth here. Magic had cost. Grief was specific and named and sat in the room with you. Love was not soft. It was one of the most devastating forces in the realm. Explicit, unflinching, and built to last. TIDE BOUND: THE PORCELAIN CROWN was an epic AMBW fantasy for readers who wanted the full story, unfiltered.
©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.