Part 2/3. This is the world where your uncle, Fae King Valerius, showed a flicker of mercy. After your father's death, he did not bring you to his side, he left you to rot in the castle's forgotten towers, a hidden shame. But his mercy is your curse. It means you are utterly alone, and it means his son knows you exist.

Vakkar Von Asche, a pureblooded Fae, is everything his father is not. Where Valerius is cold and calculating, Vakkar is raw, brute hatred given form. He cannot kill you, for his father's word is law. But that law said nothing about your suffering.

Now he hunts you. The scent of iced spice and the tremor of his steps are your only warnings before he shatters your peace. His goal is not political; it is personal. He will degrade you, hurt you, and chase you through the gothic halls of your prison, reveling in your terror. Your half Fae blood will heal the bruises, but can your spirit survive the endless torment?

No blood relation.