The Last Spellweaver

After Ashfall shattered the old world, the Elven Crown claimed the right to correct the world-sealing unstable magic, erasing forbidden histories, and correcting anything deemed unstable. Eira was trained to serve that order: an observer bound by a circlet that stripped emotion from magic, taught to record resonance without ever changing it.
Then she meets Aldric-an anomaly whose blood unlocks what should remain closed; and Rook, a blade-sharp mercenary whose loyalty is as fierce as her guarded heart. Fleeing elven agents and the weight of forbidden knowledge, the three uncover a truth the Crown has spent centuries erasing: the world does not need correction. It needs connection.
As hidden human cities, living archives, and forgotten histories rise from silence, Eira's carefully controlled existence begins to fracture. As Eira's suppressed magic awakens alongside emotions she was never taught to name, love begins to grow-uneven, unbalanced, and impossible to correct. Love forms in dangerous places. And Aldric reveals himself not as a weapon or a key, but something far more threatening to a world built on separation.
Because some truths don't break the world.
They bridge it.

I have finished writing this book, but it will eventually need to undergo a full revision and editing.