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.

the young woman was on the ground, the Bloodborn towering over her, and the king couldn’t feel anything but his heart in his throat as the sword rose. And then the king looked up into the stands, and his eyes so easily fell to the Bloodborn prince, standing there with his arms crossed and a cigarillo at his lips, smirking. He understood exactly what that smirk said: I know what you want. You know what I want. It was here, in this moment, that the realization hit him. You have fucking destroyed me, he had told the young woman the night before. She would destroy him. And it would be worth it. Because the king didn’t even think, didn’t even hesitate, as he met the prince’s eyes—and he nodded.

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.