Heavy is the head that wears the crown. . . especially in the fae realm.
My name is Eden Blaive. High Queen of the Fae Kingdoms, specifically the Elven Kingdom of Kilora. That’s been my title for a week, anyway. I may have a sexy Adonis for my king, but being queen isn’t all ribbon cuttings and baby kissing.
War is no longer on our doorstep. Instead—it’s pounding right against our walls with a fury behind it’s fist.
When Nija pulled her people from mine and Rowan’s Kingdom, she basically declared war. Now were forced to come up with a plan—And Fenris, my long-lost biological father—is the key to my plan working. The only problem is, he hates Rowan, and I’m not sure he can see past that.
My chances of failing are insurmountable, and the longer I keep moving forward, the more sh*t begins to take a turn for the worse.
The truth is, I’m scared. Scared to change. Scared for Rowan to change. Scared for anything to change. But the reality is . . . you can’t fight fate.
And everything changes eventually—including love.