In a kingdom of shadows and ruin, I dared to love a cursed king.
We've come to Irridain Court in disguise, clinging to a final thread of hope: a talisman that can break the curse before it kills Lore. Without it, he dies. No more stolen nights. No more whispered vows. No more us.
The talisman dangles from the princess's throat like a challenge. To claim it, we must outwit ruthless fae in games where beauty is a blade, truth is twisted, and losing means more than defeat. It means death.
As rivals circle and secrets unravel, Lore burns brighter and darker by the hour. I see it in his eyes. The fear he won't speak of. The hunger he barely hides. The curse is tightening, and we have only five days left before it kills him.
I didn't defy the fates, survive a labyrinth, plus battle a mad wizard to lose him now.
He's my only ever after. I'll burn the world to ashes to save him.
