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She was never meant to be a pawn. Now, she might become queen—or destroy them all. Manon was stolen from her world and bound to the madness of a fae prince. She broke free once… but freedom in Samera is a dangerous illusion. Now caught between Rashien—the tormented lord who once loved her—and Vrogran, the sealed-bound Red King who marks her as his mate, Manon must play a game of power, survival, and seduction. Vrogran promises her the throne, naming her the highest queen of Samera. But Manon knows his plans run deeper—and darker. She's the key to an ancient crown, a power long buried beneath blood and betrayal. While Vrogran obsesses and Rashien rages, Manon plots. She is no man’s prize. She is not their salvation. She is their undoing.
The sky above Samera never stayed the same for long. One moment it gleamed a gentle lavender, the next it churned with storm-brushed green. Manon no longer noticed. Time passed strangely here, and the seasons sang different tunes than they had in her world. What mattered more than sunlight or shadow was the rhythm of Rashien's moods. And today, the rhythm was dissonant.
She stood still as a statue on the marble balcony of a tower that shouldn't exist—spiraling up from the heart of a blackwater lake, its walls made from dreams petrified into stone. Her bare feet were numb from the chill of the tiles, but she didn't move. If she moved, he would notice.
Rashien liked movement. Movement drew his attention. And his attention was… volatile.
"Manon," came the voice. It lilted from nowhere and everywhere, soft and frayed, like silk dragged through blood. "You're hiding in plain sight again. How quaint."
