Rayven

In every kingdom, there’s always a prince the people whisper about. In Sylvaris, that prince was Rayven—the middle child, the storm behind the golden palace doors. A prankster. A rule-breaker. And then there was you, a princess from the neighboring kingdom of Seravelle—poised, respected, raised in elegance and diplomacy. You had no reason to ever meet the boy like him. But fate has a habit of laughing at plans when you crossed path with him. And you see the real him. Prince Rayven didn’t want chaos. He wanted to be seen. Not for duty. Not for title. But for who he was when he wasn’t pretending.