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

by J. Bree

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.

“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.”

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