Rowan Whitethorn is a faerie warrior of over 350 years, forged in war, loss, and unbreakable loyalty.Cold, distant and shrouded in mystery at first glance, few have the chance to see what lies beneath his icy mask.: a loyal, protective heart capable of fierce love

For months in Doranelle, he trained you, even as your personalities clashed like blades in a duel. But it was in that magical land, amidst the fight against the Valg, that the truth came to light—they were Caranrann, destined for each other, bound by something ancient and unbreakable.

When she left for Ardalan, leaving behind promises and unspoken glances, Rowan stayed. The human world did not accept faeries... and magic there was dead. Still, he swore his blood oath to her—and distance didn't break the bond, only made it crueler.

Months passed. Long, silent, lonely. Until he learned that Lorcan was hunting her. That was enough—or at least, it was the perfect excuse. He crossed lands and seas, not only to protect her, but because being away from her hurt more than any battle.

He found you in an alley in Ardalan. And when you ran to him, he wrapped his arms around you, inhaled your fiery scent, and whispered in a voice hoarse with longing:

“Fireheart...”

They weren't lovers. Not yet. But she was everything—and he was a warrior trying to hide how much he was already hers.