A union with the Elf King with or without love…

I never should have taken that loan but my aunt needed meds I couldn’t afford. Now I’ve been sold to slavery and the Nightfall Queen’s guards have found out I’m not entirely human.

I guess I’m lucky they didn’t kill me.

The next thing I hear is that the Elf King himself has bought me, and I’m to be transferred to his castle. It will take me five years to pay off the debt but I get to be his personal assistant. Personal assistant to the king. That can’t be so bad, right?

Oh how wrong I was.

His council has tasked me with finding him a wife before they will fund his war against the Nightfall Queen. That part should be easy: he’s rich, disgustingly handsome, and smart to boot. The problem? He’s rejecting every high-born female I send his way.

The more time we spend together, the more we realize I’m not just some half elf. There is a deep power that runs through my veins, one that makes me a target… or his solution?

I enter into a fake marriage with him so that he can get the council off his back and I can get some protection.

That’s a great idea, as long as I don’t fall in love with him.

Should be simple enough…