I was raised to marry a prince. Instead, I was taken by the fae during the war. All the years of tutoring and preparing… and now I live in a cramped room without a window in my half-sister’s castle. The fae love to stare. Having human ears doesn’t help me blend in. Neither does the sword I carry, and haphazardly wield. It won’t matter for much longer. The prince of Estlen has invited me to his kingdom to explore a marriage pact. I said yes. Now I’m being escorted by Fyn, the fae Lord Chancellor. Provoking me is his favorite pastime. The things he says could drive any woman mad. But two can play that game. A banter romantasy with fairytale vibes: - he’s escorting her to marry someone else (unfortunately) - one bed (and no one is happy about it) - he falls first & yearns - all the wrong nicknames