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Baelor Breakspear died beneath a summer sky, struck down in a tourney meant to celebrate peace. The realm would remember a noble end. A prince lost to honor, a future king undone by a single blow. Songs would make it beautiful. History would make it clean. He expected darkness. Instead, he woke to dragons. Salt wind and smoke filled the air as black cliffs rose from a restless sea, living wings splitting the sky above him. Not bones. Not legend. But fire made flesh. A silver-haired princess stood in mourning at the edge of it all. In his time, Rhaenyra Targaryen was a cautionary tale written in ash, the queen whose war destroyed the dragons. Here, she still had a choice, and so did he. Baelor knew how her story ended. He also understood that if he changed it, the future that bore his name, his late wife, his sons and his blood might vanish entirely. So the question becomes: was he sent back to witness the Dance... or to end it? And if saving her means erasing himself, how much of history is he willing to let burn?

A letter meant for a son was lost in a storm and delivered instead to a princess a century in the past. What should have been ink and courtesy became something far more dangerous: a golden-eyed raven that slipped between lifetimes, carrying words across a hundred years of war and waiting. Prince Baelor Breakspear knew her only from history; a queen remembered in ash, blamed for a Dance that shattered dragons and scarred the realm beyond repair. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen had never heard his name. And yet they had dreamed of one another long before the first letter arrived. Not in clear visions, but in fragments: a helm split beneath a summer sky, a dragon's shadow over black water, fire in the throat and blood on the grass, a hand reaching through smoke toward someone they could not see. They saw pieces of each other's lives, and pieces of each other's deaths, but never enough to understand the shape of the ending. Not until ink became confession. Not until loneliness deepened into love. Not until the truth of their fates lay bare between them, terrible and undeniable. Some loves had been written in the stars. But how could two souls bound by dragon dreams survive a century that refused to hold them at the same time? And if saving the other meant unraveling the future itself... which of them would dare to break the clockwork of history first?

" you shouldn't be here " kristina said , looking down at the queen , " why not ? " melora smiled , her black hair flowing down to her waist and her lips ... kristina should not let her in , it would be no good . " Because this is not your place ! " Kristina felt her voice raise " my queen " she added . " Then don't refuse your queen " melora without any hesitation stepped in , another second she plunged her arm around kristina , she smelled of blood , of flesh , of something real and most of all she was kristina , her kristina . " I was so scared kris " melora broke off , she looked up at Kristina who tried with every strength not to hug her back , not to smile but there she was holding her like her life depended on it , smiling as if she had all of the world . it was unreal it was magnificent . it cannot happen. yet , yet , yet , kristina lowered her lips and cupped melora's soft face , she did it slow , she did it very slow as if time has stopped . " stop me .." kristina's lips touched her warm skin , melora wasn't breathing at all . " what if I don't want you ? " " It would be a sin melora " kristina was inches away from her lips , it's been a very long time since she called her by her name , melora smiled before their lips clashes and it was like slow dancing , like fighting for your life and living all the same . Melora was melting in her arms , she couldn't think of a life without kristina , she couldn't breathe without kristina , it was love , real true love . " we must stop " Kristina said as she took a breath and kissed her again , kristina couldn't stop , she wouldn't stop , " no " melora whispered , her hands working on kristina's tunic , with each second they were more entangled and inseparable . it was a sin . Melora was a queen and she was a knight . it was a sin . Melora was a woman and so was she . even so it was sin . Then she was a sinner , kristina pulled melora's silk robe down ....

In a kingdom that hated her, he stayed. Crowned by tragedy and cast aside by her people, the queen lives in isolation within a crumbling castle-haunted by grief, doubt, and the echoes of a life she never chose. Her only constant is her knight. Silent. Masked. Unwavering. He watches over her when the world turns cruel, guarding not only her life but truths she does not yet know. Bound by duty and shaped by devotion, he becomes her last refuge in a kingdom that refuses to love her. As rebellion brews and the crown tightens its grip, the queen must face what it means to rule-and what it means to love someone she was never meant to have. A Crown Between Us is a slow-burn fantasy romance about forbidden devotion, quiet rebellion, and choosing love over the throne.

story of a Knight who risks it all because of devotion.