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

Vius rose from his chair, too tired for this, and stepped over to Solna. His human reached for him and placed a discreet, supportive hand against the middle of his back as Vius glared at Ilul. “My Consort gave you an order, did he not?”


Ilul opened his mouth and Vius tensed. Instead, Ilul snapped it shut and stormed out, Cia sidestepping to avoid a collision. She followed him out with a shake of her head and Vius heard her quiet grumble about brats and elves as she shut the door behind her.


With a nudge, Solna guided Vius back to the bedroom once more. “So, are all your generals as Ilul, or is he special?”


Chapter 11