The Ashes & the Star-Cursed King (Crowns of Nyaxia, #2)

by Carissa Broadbent

The king knew, in this moment, that his greatest love would also be his ruination, and that both would come in the unlikely form of a young human woman.

Maybe the king always knew that his greatest love would be his ruination. Maybe he knew it the moment he met her. He’d know it the second time he died, too.

Fear is a collection of physical responses,

And power was the currency of revenge.

There is no one I would rather have ruling this kingdom beside me than you.

Your soul is my soul. Your blood is my blood. Your heart is my heart.

the things that are the most painful are going to be sources of strength.”

“A dead lover can never break your heart. You did not listen to me then.” And Raihn had broken my heart that night. I couldn’t deny that. “You should have let the flower of your love remain forever frozen as it was,” she said. “So beautiful at its peak. So much less painful.”

But there was no such thing as love without fear. Love without vulnerability. Love without risk.

“Not as beautiful as one that lives,”...

I give you my body. I give you my blood. I give you my soul. Acaeja drew her hand from my chest, slowly, as if pulling a great weight, and then pressed it to Raihn’s. A blinding white light engulfed us. The pain intensified. From this night until the end of nights. I doubled over, my forehead leaning against Raihn’s. From daybreak until our days are broken.