A Clash of Three Courts (An Heir Comes to Rise, #4)

by C.C. Peñaranda

“home” wasn’t her conquered lands of ash and blood. It was him.

“I’ve often wondered if we’re all born cursed to desire what doesn’t come so easily. To long for what is always just out of reach.”

Run home to him.

“You have never been my ward. Or my subject. Or my princess. You are my equal, Tauria. In every way, you shine brighter than the moon I’ve watched change in the sky since you left, knowing it was the one thing we could look upon all the same. Is that pitiful of me?”

“In a world less cruel, you would have been mine long ago.”