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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.
There’s nowhere left for you to go that the high fae won’t find you…or Kharl’s armies.
Are the high fae bad?
the witch commander Kharl Balzog and his witch armies.
So hes the bad guy
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.
So you either join the witch king or get murdered by the fae cause youre a witch
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.
even with the summer solstice edging closer,
Did we go back in time or did she arrive early?
My croí is already buried deep in my heart, and I’ll prove myself to her, whatever it takes.
wait til you find out shes a witch lmao
Staring back at me, with contempt in her undeniably silver eyes, is my Fates-blessed mate. A witch. Every inch of me rejects my reaction to her. My lip curls, a snarl bubbling out of the fiery pits of my gut,
Yikes
“Find another horse. It's not riding with me.”
This mf
Without telling them the future the Seer had laid out before me,
Why would you not tell him
I'll have to burn my cloak.
Omfg
The land is dying.
Ok so weve repeated this for 100 pages now can we continue with the story
I’ll see to it that Soren fulfills his fate and then tortures you endlessly, exactly as you deserve, because you're nothing but a filthy, warmongering, lower-fae cretin.”
Not a single one has asked her about her beliefs or who she follows. They know she went to the north island and i get that there would be a prejudice but flinging threats at her gets you where?
proof of the game that she’s playing with us.
All in your head buddy
I would wager that she’s in the upper level of the witch rankings, perhaps even directly under Kharl himself.
Youre actually an idiot
but as my mother’s most trusted maid who then became my nursemaid, nanny, and then the Keeper of Yregar, she’s as close to family as any non-royal can come.
The repetitive writing is starting to pmo
but the ending will always be the same—your blood spilled and your life forfeit. Nothing will fill me with greater joy.”
So this is supposed to be enemies to lovers which i get but id be wayyy too sensitive to ever forgive
Nothing about today has changed his opinion of me,
Be so for real
and stop insulting the healer who just saved the future of your race.”
She speaks nothing but facts
She speaks in riddles, the worst sort of conversation, because she knows more than I do,
Or youre actually just dumb
dead center in Roan’s chest.
NO
She’s here to undermine us, to drive a wedge between me and my closest confidants, and I can see it happening right before my eyes.
Im actually so sick of him
Fae flowers grow everywhere, but in devastating patches, outlining each witch murdered
Thats so sad
His fae flowers lie by my grandmother's hut.
My heart is breaking for her
“Tawnie. Her name was Tawnie.”
It was her sister wasnt it
“Think of it as an early detection system. I’ll know the moment they arrive at the wall,
The gaurds should see them beforehand no?
I can make more once the garden has settled in. One dose will see them through until next summer and, if Prince Soren deals with the food shortage,
Can she not help grow the food
her consent to seal our souls together, whatever torture I’ll have to exact to get it.
So torture equals consent now
She plays her part well, fabricating her stories of loss and grief to pull at our heartstrings, the venom in her voice as she snarls at any degradation of their memory, and yet there's no doubt she’s hiding her true nature from me.
Omfg stop
She won't speak, even after my mother tended to her wounds. We’ve offered her sanctuary, but she sits in terror, trapped in her mind with whatever memories plague her there.” A missing high-fae female.
What if its the cousin and a witch is pretending to be her to spy!
no matter how hard I try, I can’t find any obvious danger within her actions…none except for the looming sense of foreboding hanging over us all, a carefully laid trap waiting to consume us whole.
jfc
“Get up. I’m taking you before the prince to answer for your crimes.”
What is his problem now
They were given a spot in the Unseelie Court as a mark of respect to the Fates, and never in all the millennia that we've lived in the Southern Lands has a Seer cast a vote.
Weve already gone over this
Do they know that you repaid their deaths with loyalty to Kharl and his armies,
I actually perfer soren to lose this war if we're being honest
When you realize your mistake, you’ll have to beg me for my help, and still, I'll refuse to give it, because you're nothing but a useless, arrogant male.
Hell yea girl
“There's nothing in the old laws that say she can't be chained to the temple or that we can’t torture her consent out of her.
I have no words. I genuinely hope they die
Prince Soren deserves to be burned to nothing but ash.
Agreed
The old power that whispered to Tyton shines through her face, settling once and for all who was speaking to him. The evils of her magic are boundless,
You ignorant racist dumbass
Alone and with no regard for her own safety, the witch fights for Yregar.
I stg when shes done and he STILL doesnt trust her ill be pissed. Ill also be pissed if she fogives him
They slit my mother's throat and killed the baby nursing at her breast where she sat in our family hut. Her blood poured over the son she was sure would grow up safe and strong in the forest, dead but still clutched within her arms.
Omg im crying for her
I’m only furious that she’ll take his death from me.
Of course he finds something to bitch about
She's not going to accept our apologies or admissions of wrongdoings easily.
I wonder why
“That doesn't look like begging to me. I'd rather walk until my feet bleed.”
Damn straight
My last coherent memory is of hands catching me before I hit the stone, lifting me into strong arms that smell like the same poison, leaching the life out of me,
Still an asshole even when hes trying to be nice
