The Fae had always been there, on the outskirts of both her family lands and her thoughts. They both intrigued and annoyed her mind. How can one be in love with the idea of what should be their sworn enemy and yet wholeheartedly agree with her own people that they were too different to ever live peaceably?

Rosemary Scarborough puzzled on this in the midst of her family seats at the joust. A jous...

War. It was inevitable. The one certainty both sides could agree on, no matter the cost. Destruction. Hatred. Ruin. These were the only terms the warring kingdoms had ever settled on.

Alora despised it—the way people became consumed by conflict, how the smallest dispute could ignite a war lasting centuries. And now, she was being thrown into the center of it.

Princess Alora of the Upperlands. Th...

He despised her. Hated the way she would challenge his authority. Stride through the halls of his kingdom and command his own guards as if she owned the lavish palace. It made his fists clench and his gaze burn with a smoldering sense of possession. This kingdom, this palace—it was his. All of it. The walls, the decor, the people, even the food. Every last bit of it belonged to him. Atticus. Thoug...

They stood at two ends of a battlefield, smoke and ashes blowing across the bare field. Any life had long ago been stripped from this place, and even the crows who circled above looked haggard.

She watched her enemy carefully. Her fiancé, Logan Stall, the King of Coran, stood beside her, fully clad in his armor. He carried a long sword, gleaming in the meager amount of sunlight peeking through th...

“I can’t be here.” The words are forced out in a strained whisper— barely audible over the sounds of clashing swords and battle cries.

Still, I hear her. Loud and clear, like we’re back in the garden we use to hide away in. The world was simpler when we were two strangers. _Two_ _friends. _

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The battlefield we stand on now is nothing like that garden. The dirt here is gray and dead, too stain...

It was nightfall. Sara watched with a deepening sense of dread in her stomach. He wasn’t coming. She knew she should not have stayed this long. Nightfall was when _they_ appeared. She took a deep breath and looked towards the wall on the other side of the large opening. The wall was huge and covered with green vines and moss. On the other side stood Haven. He was not coming. She swallowed hard and...

The snow that fell in the still of the morning is now stained red and steaming with the warm blood of fallen soldiers. The undisturbed blanket of white is now trampled and muddled under feet propelled by panic. Which is typical, but this particular battle is gruesome. Neither side has been forgiving, but fortunately, we are much more savage than they are.

They expected a meeting t...

At the heart of the two rival kingdoms liondell and caantru are the children born of royalty that have a forbidden affair. At the late night balls that their families host they either have stolen steamy kisses or deep and interesting conversations as once the night is over they are forbidden from conversing.

Amelia:

Me and my family finally arrive in our golden adorned carriage too the monthly ki...

Two people from warring kingdoms have fallen in love. A love that is forbidden, dangerous and conflicting. The two kingdoms who never came in terms were called ‘Sylvaris’ as the other kingdom was called ‘Duskvarn’.

Xie, a girl who was from the kingdom Sylvaris, knowing her mother who was the queen, had deep hatred on Duskvarn but that didn’t stop her from having a crush on a prince from that k...

King Conrad sits in his throne studying a map. The King, usually put together, is desheved as he runs his hand through his hair. His forehead wrinkled and his black/grey hair sits messily under his crown. Leonard, the King’s right hand man walks in and bows and then stands up.

“Here is your daughter as you asked, Sir.” Leonard says.

“Thank you, Leonard.”

Princess Alanna walks in wearing a be...