T.A. Creech

King Solna Nalion is tired of war. Standing in the aftermath of yet another battle over an ancient insult, he longs for the possibility of ending the wars at last -- and finds it in Vius Tylele, a wounded warrior who is not what he seems. In light of Tylele's charm and intelligence, Nalion schemes to unite their countries for a lasting peace, one that might even bring love.<br><br>Nothing is as it seems and Vius Tylele knows that all too well. But King Nalion’s marriage proposal, while ridiculous, has merit. Between petulant generals, tainted magic, and falling unexpectedly in love, Vius discovers he has more to lose than he thought. His country, his magic, and even his heart.

Witch King

Slender hands entered his line of sight and firmly stopped his fidgeting. Solna whipped his head up, eyes caught immediately by Vius’ warm brown gaze. “It will not be a problem, Solna.”


Solna slumped and blew out the breath he held. He dropped the bread and clasped Vius’ hands. “Anything else we need to discuss right now?”


Vius shook his head and Solna tugged him to his feet. “Then let’s sleep. I’m tired and you are still healing.”


“It’s not even midday yet!” Vius protested, but he didn’t resist either. Solna ignored it. Vius’ skin was paler than he liked and his eyes were starting to glass over.


He led Vius through the other door in the back wall and over to his large bed. Solna urged him up and drew the heavy quilt to Vius’ shoulders. Vius curled up on his side, facing the other side of the bed. Solna smiled.


Chapter 8