Prince Ishan of Chandrakot spent his entire life being treated like a prophecy.
Samrat Shubman of Suryagarh spent his proving that prophecies could bleed.
One was raised beneath blessings, temple bells, and silk curtains. The other clawed his way to a throne through blood and fire.
When war threatens to swallow Chandrakot, Ishan makes a choice no one should have to make.
He agrees to become the Samragini of Suryagarh.
A bride.
A peace offering.
A sacrifice wrapped in royal silk.
The marriage is meant to stop a war.
Instead, it creates a very different kind of disaster.
Because the divine prince of Chandrakot is nothing like the world expected-too curious for his own safety, too soft-hearted for politics, and far too comfortable irritating the most feared emperor alive.
And Shubman?
Shubman was prepared for rebellion.
Prepared for betrayal.
Prepared to conquer another kingdom.
He was not prepared for Ishan.
Not for the smiling prince who walks into danger as though it personally offended him.
Not for the healer who treats wounded strangers before asking their names.
Not for the maddening warmth of being seen as something other than a monster.
And certainly not for the growing realization that the only person who has never feared him... might also become the only one capable of ruining him completely.
Now a ruthless Samrat and his reluctant Samragini are trapped in a marriage built on duty, watched by kingdoms that expect peace and gods that seem suspiciously entertained by the whole arrangement.
After all, history has witnessed many disasters.
But forcing a lonely healer and a stone-hearted conqueror to share a palace might be the gods' favorite one yet.
A story of moonlight and madness, war and warmth, sharp banter, hidden loneliness, reluctant devotion, possessive love, quiet healing, and two people who were never supposed to fall in love-especially not this badly.
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