Junehathaway
"Wife, it is such a pleasure to look upon your beautiful face." His voice boomed through the room, no doubt reaching the eager ears outside our chambers. "I cannot wait to fuck you senseless and fill your belly with hundreds of heirs!"
"Shut up. I'm not having any of your heirs. Why would I grace our kingdoms with the spawns of evil?" I hissed.
"My, the claws are out today. Didn't you have your fill of sucking my blood last night?" He rolled his eyes.
"The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave."
I started moaning loudly to please the listeners outside.
"I can tell you're faking it, so can they. Maybe I should fuck you, let them hear your real screams." His eyes glinted.
Heat rose in my face.
"If you touch me, I'll bite your fingers off."
*
Centuries ago, the Bright Reign ended in blood. A maiden was betrayed, her unborn child sacrificed, and a curse fell upon both realms-human and fae alike. Since then, the kingdoms have lived divided by fear, bound only by a fragile treaty, faith in the Twelve Saints, and the prophecy of a Thirteenth who will one day break the curse.
Now that peace is crumbling. To protect her throne, young Queen Serenya makes the unthinkable choice: marriage to the fae king she despises. Serenya was born to rule, but never to wed. Yet with assassins in her court and whispers of a lost heir, her only chance to survive is Vaelric-ruthless, cunning, and feared across both realms.
Their union is hailed as hope, but the moment vows are spoken, the curse stirs again. In the shadows, a master of blood-magic feeds its power, intent on destroying them both.
Together, Serenya and Vaelric must fight not only treachery in their courts, but the curse that threatens to turn their fragile alliance into ash. To save their kingdoms, they must risk the one thing neither dares to give: their hearts.