The high fae are waging a war.
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After the witches murdered the king and the queen of the Unseelie Court, the Southern Lands were left without a rightful heir on the throne. The law states I cannot be crowned until I marry my Fates-blessed mate, but the Seer has been clear about what I’m to do.
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Wait.
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As a pretender king rules, the War of the Witches rages on, taking no prisoners as my kingdom withers away.
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The high faes’ days are numbered, but the Unseelie Court refuses to accept the danger we’re in. Instead, they drink fairy wine and dance their way to our demise. I cannot sit by and watch my people lose themselves to their own delusions of grandeur.
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Our enemy may wear finery and dance amongst the Unseelie Court.
Who is involved in the plots to keep me from my throne and brand me a savage beyond repair?
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Will I ever find the mate the Fates have promised me?
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Or will I remain the Savage Prince, a cold and ruthless sword knowing nothing but bloodshed and ruin?