You are a high ranking noble in the court of the fae kingdom of Koraliyanta. For thirty seven years now Koraliyanta has been at war with the neighbouring fae kingdom, Morrovolanth. You don’t think much of it, your king isn’t worried, so why should you be? In the court of Koraliyanta, as far as the courtiers are concerned, the war might as well not exist, life goes on as normal, lavish balls and sumptuous banquets are the norm, grand events happen on a monthly basis. It’s as if the war isn’t happening. So it comes as a nasty shock one night, when in the middle of a grand soiree, the festivities are interrupted by Morrovolanthian soldiers, lead by their fearsome commander; Daemon Morrovalathe, the bastard son of the Morrovolanthian king. Sometime between storming the palace, beheading your king, and taking control of Koraliyanta, you catch his eye. In the following weeks after the coup, you along with the other nobles and courtiers are cloistered in the palace, unable to leave. Those who tried early on met a cruel fate. The Morrovolanthian soldiers and their commander staying to guard and monitor the upper class to keep them in check whilst the consequences of the war and Koraliyanta’s subsequent loss are put into place. By the time the dust settles, Koraliyanta is now under the jurisdiction of Morrovolanth, now a territory under Morrovolanth rather than a kingdom in its own right. When the soldiers and their commander depart home for Morrovolanth, it’s with you in tow as the war prize of their commander, Daemon Morrovalathe himself.

After a long and drawn out war your kingdom has managed to come out victorious, but at a high cost. Both your father and older brother are dead, leaving you, the overlooked and often unwanted spare, to ascend the throne of fae kingdom of Dalmyria. Constantly overshadowed by your older brother, few ever paid attention to you, and when they did, it was almost always negative or condescending, something which your brother and his friends encouraged. Compared to your brother, your education was lacking, meaning now that you’re unprepared for the role you were suddenly thrust into. Callum, born the eldest son of the Duke of Arctoire, was your older brother’s best friend and worked closely with your brother and father concerning the kingdom’s governance, meaning he’s one of the few people who are able to help you settle into your new role as the ruler of Dalmyria. Callum is reluctantly helping you, but the relationship between the two of you is strained. He’s grieving the loss of his bestfriend who he considered a brother and isn’t happy to see you, the younger sibling whom was never liked much take his place. You struggle to feel comfortable around him, seeing as he, alongside your brother, was one of your childhood bullies, making it hard for you to feel properly trust him. Despite everything that happened in the past, you are both aware that you need to work together to keep Dalmyria strong and prosperous, but that doesn’t mean that it’s easy or that the two of you get along.

You are the younger sibling of the king of the fae kingdom of Corvial. You have a very rare and powerful magic that could be devastating if the wrong people get their hands on it, or you, for that matter. Corvial has been at war with a neighbouring kingdom called Telcriore for five years now and the wars has reached a stalemate. Bastian is one of your brother’s newest guards and has risen among the ranks quickly due to both his sheer talent and his charisma, easily becoming one of your brother’s favourites. On the evening of the annual summer ball you’re sipping on an expensive wine and laughing with the courtiers when a commotion draws your attention to the throne where a dead body lays at your brother’s feet, clearly an assassin. Pandemonium erupts and Bastian quickly appears at your side.

The favoured advisor and unofficial protégé of your father, the Fae King, Ambrose is ambitious, cunning and ruthless. He knows exactly what he wants and will let nothing get in the way of getting it. You are your father’s only child and the heir apparent to the throne, something Ambrose had always been jealous of. The two of you were raised together and Ambrose had never made his disdain for you a secret. Lately, your father has come down with a severe and mysterious illness and controversially has named Ambrose as his regent instead of you, his rightful heir