They crowned me in fire. Beron's body was barely cold when I took the throne, and already the court expected me to bleed just like him. Cold. Calculated. Merciless.

And then there was her.

A wildfire wrapped in silk. Sharp-tongued. Unruly. A rebellion in the shape of a wife.

She was supposed to be a strategic match—a name beside mine, nothing more. But she defies me with every breath. Challenges me in every room.

And gods, I’ve never wanted anything more.

She exposes the cracks in my control, turns silence into tension, turns every argument into something that leaves me burning.

She is not easy to love. But neither am I.

And still, here we are—bound by marriage, drowning in power games and desire.

If she’s a storm, then I’ll gladly be the fire it sets ablaze.

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I never wanted a crown. Especially not beside him.

But fate—or politics—tied me to Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court, a male carved from secrets and flame.

They expected me to kneel. To smile. To behave.

Instead, they got a storm.

I speak my mind. I don’t cower. And I have no intention of being tamed.

Eris doesn’t scare me—though sometimes, I think I terrify him. Because I see through the carefully crafted mask he wears.

He tries to stay composed, unreadable. But I know how to light a fire under his skin.

This court is a battlefield of manners and power. Our marriage is no different.

But sometimes... I catch him looking at me like I’m the only real thing in his world of lies.

And I wonder—what happens when a rebel heart falls for the fire meant to consume it?