The Crown of Oaths and Curses (The Mortal Fates #1)

by J. Bree

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.

You are not welcome here, Rookesbane Eveningstar. The Ravenswyrd Coven is gone.

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.

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.

My croí is already buried deep in my heart, and I’ll prove myself to her, whatever it takes.

Staring back at me, with contempt in her undeniably silver eyes, is my Fates-blessed mate. A witch.

The Fates are cruel and fickle, but I’ve had a long time to come to terms with that.

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.

Eyes as silver as the threads that hold my cloak together, as silver as the Celestial Family crest on my shield…my stomach clenches every time they pop into my mind until I’m swallowing bile. With hair as dark as the Seelie fae and skin as fair as Airlie’s, she looks nothing like the mindless, raving witches I’ve faced in the war.

My ill-fated mate never leaves my mind, the silver of her eyes the first thing I think of when I wake and the last thing I imagine before I slip into a begrudging slumber.

There are no healers left in the Southern Lands—none but the witch in my dungeon with cold silver eyes and a fate to match mine.

There, at the edge of the orchard where I was walking with Sari only hours ago, are new shoots of grass. Grass hasn’t grown here in almost a decade.

Yregar is my home, and I won’t leave the people here behind, no matter how prosperous the fields may be elsewhere.”

kind of love this about soren

“The goblins never stopped speaking to the trees. The Ravenswyrd has missed you for a very long time, and the sorrowful melody it sang for you reached far across the kingdom. I hope you return to the trees again soon, they have mourned your loss.”

“Get up. I’m taking you before the prince to answer for your crimes.”

“You missed me.”

the most badass line in the whole book tbh

My Fates-blessed mate.

YEPPPPP YOU WERE BLESSED ALL ALONG

“That doesn't look like begging to me. I'd rather walk until my feet bleed.”

TELL EM ROOKE