Evermoure

From across the deserted hall, he stared up at her from his ebon throne with calculating eyes. The eyes of a warrior. A military leader. A killer. Grasping the chains that shackled her hands together in alarm at his look, she wished she would've held her tongue. A wicked smile curled at his lips, suddenly. "These are not your halls, and your soldiers do not fill these barracks." His cold eyes trailed sickeningly down, deliberately taking in her barely clothed body as his grin widened. "Where are your fiance's legions, now?"

Magic, elves, war, and kingdoms.

A story of manipulation, struggle, and tragic love.

The Legend of Enphyra. Last of the Lae Elves, of whom all forever know as Lady Evermourne.