YaraThorne
«𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒓𝒌... 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚?»
SAINT. VESSEL. SACRIFICE.
To the people of Aethelgard, Elara is a living goddess of light. But to the priests who guard her, she is nothing more than a battery. A doll held together by secrets.
Every ritual to fortify the barrier against the Gloom leaves fresh, glowing cracks on her spine. She is breaking for a kingdom that worships her glory, but ignores her pain.
She thought she knew her fate. Until He arrived.
Tharion Arbmu. The Prince of the Fallen Night.
To her people, he is a monster. To Elara, he is a man who smells of rain and shadows, whose dark eyes see straight through her veil. He didn't come to Aethelgard to bow at her feet, he came to steal the sun's heart and burn the golden city to the ground.
Kidnapped and forced into the frozen, shimmering wilds of the Night, Elara must face a terrifying truth: the darkness she was taught to fear feels more like home than the light that was killing her.
In a war between Eternal Day and Eternal Night, the most dangerous place to be is in the arms of the enemy.
Will she continue to shatter for a world that enslaves her, or will she let the sun fall for a chance to be free?
𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
***𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞