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The Fates have blessed you with a mate. His name is Prince Soren Celestial, heir to the throne of the Southern Lands, and your union will unite a shattered kingdom. The bloodshed that has ravaged the Southern Lands shall end, the lands shall be restored, and the old ways shall be honored once more. The Fates will guide you to him when your heart is ready.
The land itself seems to warn me. You are not welcome here, Rookesbane Eveningstar.
The Ravenswyrd Coven is gone.
“I return here for my fate. I can’t wait any longer, not without angering the Fates themselves. I’d never do such a thing.”
In his desperation, the Sol King sent out decrees to all of the kingdoms under the rule of the high fae. Join me to win the war and you’ll have a place in my kingdom, with prosperity and glory for all.
There is no escaping fate.
“Don't worry so much, Captain. I know the path ahead of me, and I have no doubt that the Fates will see me through safely. I'm not the naïve little witch who left the forest anymore.”
My own family was massacred by the same witches. Anyone who didn’t join Kharl’s ranks was considered a traitor to all. My family, the Ravenswyrd Coven, was always neutral, but neutrality in a time of war is seen by both sides as nothing more than an act of aggression.
My best friend, Hanede, the last Brindlewyrd witch and the only male in the history of the covens to hold and wield a relic,
Devastation stretches as far as the eye can see.
His name is carved into my soul right next to the mate the Fates picked out for me, two facets of the same fate
I tied the ribbon to the Ravenswyrd scepter, my family’s most precious relic, and tucked them both away inside my magic for safe keeping.
The scepter itself is an ancient object of great power, and though I once feared it, I learned to wield it with confidence.
The Fates have blessed you with a mate. You will find her at Port Asmyr the morning after the summer solstice, nine hundred and eighty-eight years from today. The Fates demand your patience, a virtue of importance for a king to hold, and your steadfast obedience. You cannot defeat your enemies without your mate at your side. With your union, you shall end the war and take your throne.
dead witches. If we don’t take the time to burn them, the land will be poisoned and nothing will ever grow here again.
The High Witch incited the war by killing my parents as they slept, aided by my uncle’s treason to gain access to the impenetrable castle at Yris.
wait almost a thousand years for my mate. The person without whom I cannot become king.
Return the Favored Children to us.
There are only a few months until the winter solstice, the perfect time for a wedding and an ascension to the throne,
My croí is already buried deep in my heart, and I’ll prove myself to her, whatever it takes.
I’ll save my kingdom, I‘ll heal my mate’s trauma from being kidnapped, and I’ll be the king my people need.
he’s responsible for her disappearance, I’ll kill him too.
Staring back at me, with contempt in her undeniably silver eyes, is my Fates-blessed mate. A witch.
I also don't cower or drop my gaze from any of them. I am a Ravenswyrd witch, the last Mother of the coven.
His lip curls at me and he mutters under his breath, “Nothing. She’s a lying bitch. You can never trust a witch.”
The Fates are cruel and fickle, but I’ve had a long time to come to terms with that.
I can hear his voice in my head right now. Kill them, Rooke. Kill them and be done with it. Return to the Northern Lands, to me, to our friends and family, to everyone who loves you.
“The iron stays on. The gag stays in. We’ll take her back to Yregar, put her in the dungeon, and then figure out what the in Fates good fuck we're going to do.”
We know that the trees were betrayed.
chained to a tree a few paces away from us and blanketed by Tyton’s glamor is my mate. Who happens to be a fucking witch.
because there’s absolutely no way in this realm or any other that I will ever touch a witch, let alone marry one and seat her on my mother's throne—that’s
The magic of the fae doors is slowly waning.
I think those eyes of hers will plague my nightmares until my last breath.
Fates-cursed mate’s
A witch brought here to burn.
He might be every bit the gorgeous high fae, but a cold heart beats in his chest, one that has no room for warmth in it toward me.
Little does he know…you can’t break what’s already broken.
Even as I have that thought, a part of me whispers, Will I ever escape this place?
How far will the Fates protect me against my mate? The man is beautiful and deadly and cruel in all the ways that the Fates wish to break me open.
You’re home, Rookesbane. You’re home finally to protect us all.
maybe the next Celestial in line to take the throne is supposed to be part-blood. The time of the high fae is over.
when I take the throne. If I take the throne.
The Ravenswyrd witches were made from this earth, and I should never have forgotten that. And yet…I did.
“Chosen by the Fates themselves. Whatever rumors reach his ears of her treatment, he can rest assured that I am obedient to the Fates’ commands and will take her as my wife.”
the last of the fae flowers dying reminded me what we're truly here for. This isn’t about whether or not I can stand the sight of the mate the Fates have chosen for me. This is about my kingdom and my people. This is about who will make the best ruler, and I don’t need to look around the room at the wanton waste of our very finite resources to know that I’m a better choice than my uncle.
Oh a redeeming point for Soren
The laws of the Unseelie high fae are clear. I must be married to my mate to take the throne. But there's nothing in the laws that says she must sit beside me and rule as an equal. It doesn't matter what my parents did, or their parents before them—none of them were in this situation. My fate also never said that she had to stay alive.
The Fates have tied his hands; he just doesn't realize that mine are tied just as tightly.
The earth will not let me starve.
I’ll do as the Fates have asked of me, even marry the Savage Prince, who wishes me a torturous death.
“I’m a healer. I always have been, and I always will be. While the earth is suffering, I can't sit back and watch it die.”
