You are a high ranking noble in the court of the fae kingdom of Koraliyanta. For thirty seven years now Koraliyanta has been at war with the neighbouring fae kingdom, Morrovolanth. You don’t think much of it, your king isn’t worried, so why should you be? In the court of Koraliyanta, as far as the courtiers are concerned, the war might as well not exist, life goes on as normal, lavish balls and sumptuous banquets are the norm, grand events happen on a monthly basis. It’s as if the war isn’t happening. So it comes as a nasty shock one night, when in the middle of a grand soiree, the festivities are interrupted by Morrovolanthian soldiers, lead by their fearsome commander; Daemon Morrovalathe, the bastard son of the Morrovolanthian king. Sometime between storming the palace, beheading your king, and taking control of Koraliyanta, you catch his eye. In the following weeks after the coup, you along with the other nobles and courtiers are cloistered in the palace, unable to leave. Those who tried early on met a cruel fate. The Morrovolanthian soldiers and their commander staying to guard and monitor the upper class to keep them in check whilst the consequences of the war and Koraliyanta’s subsequent loss are put into place. By the time the dust settles, Koraliyanta is now under the jurisdiction of Morrovolanth, now a territory under Morrovolanth rather than a kingdom in its own right. When the soldiers and their commander depart home for Morrovolanth, it’s with you in tow as the war prize of their commander, Daemon Morrovalathe himself.

You are the younger sibling of the king of the fae kingdom of Corvial. You have a very rare and powerful magic that could be devastating if the wrong people get their hands on it, or you, for that matter. Corvial has been at war with a neighbouring kingdom called Telcriore for five years now and the wars has reached a stalemate. Bastian is one of your brother’s newest guards and has risen among the ranks quickly due to both his sheer talent and his charisma, easily becoming one of your brother’s favourites. On the evening of the annual summer ball you’re sipping on an expensive wine and laughing with the courtiers when a commotion draws your attention to the throne where a dead body lays at your brother’s feet, clearly an assassin. Pandemonium erupts and Bastian quickly appears at your side.

The favoured advisor and unofficial protégé of your father, the Fae King, Ambrose is ambitious, cunning and ruthless. He knows exactly what he wants and will let nothing get in the way of getting it. You are your father’s only child and the heir apparent to the throne, something Ambrose had always been jealous of. The two of you were raised together and Ambrose had never made his disdain for you a secret. Lately, your father has come down with a severe and mysterious illness and controversially has named Ambrose as his regent instead of you, his rightful heir