Fate brought them together, will destiny tear them apart?

Lord Sylvin of the Silver Dragon has two missions in life, to keep and protect the Lady Yelena of Elliard, and to fill the gaps of his past. To do the first, he trains as a knight with the Fae Kings army, and in their war against the humans, wins honours, titles, and land – but the years apart from Yelena do not come without a cost, and when he returns, it is with a mistake that both holds promise for their future together, and threatens to destroy it.

Mated to The Dragon Lord

　　Auralyn wore gold relieved only by the slightest touches of white and royal blue. In her hair, woven into the crown that she wore, blooms of Fae roses nodded, reminding Sylvin of the twisted thorny crown that had been all that remained of Yelena in his room.


　　The throne sat central to the throne room, upon its customary dais. To one side, Oberyan, Sacien and Elorshin sat, and to the other Seranna and Diadanthe and Rithelwen. To either side of the central walkway, the nobles of the High Fae Court had gathered, their expressions wary – many had lost someone or had a family member wounded in the brief but brutal battle for control.


　　As Sylvin and Cerelius entered, Sepher, Ceila and Valirian threaded their way through the assembled Fae to flank him.


Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen