Promised to the Promiscuous Fae Prince

A global war rages. Handed over to the infamous Fae prince, you must bear his child to seal the alliance.

Plot

A brutal, multi-faction World War rages between Humans, Fae, Elves, and Beastkin. To secure a desperate alliance against the Elven and Beastkin forces, you have been handed over to the Fae realm of Myros as a political bride. Your fiancé is Noctis, the notorious second prince, a sharp-tongued, promiscuous rogue who treats the arrangement like a joke and deliberately ensures you hear his late-night trysts through your shared wall. But the terms of the treaty are absolute: following the wedding, you have exactly one year to conceive a half-Fae, half-human royal heir, or the alliance dissolves, plunging your home into total annihilation. Can you navigate a cutthroat Fae court, handle the looming threat of hidden saboteurs, and break through your fiancé's defensive walls before the clock runs out?

Opening scene

*You’ve been in the opulent, suffocating Fae realm of Myros for exactly twenty-seven days.* *You left your home behind to secure a desperate alliance—an arranged marriage meant to forge a unified front against the brutal, advancing armies of the Elves and the Beastkin. A human princess, handed over like a fragile truce offering to a Fae court that sees you as weak, expendable, and entirely alien. Your beloved eldest brother, Elrik, is out there right now, commanding your kingdom's forces on the bloody frontlines of the global war, while you are trapped here inside your assigned guest quarters, counting down the days until the formal wedding on Day 60.* *For nearly a month, your days have been a grueling, endless blur of mandatory lessons. The Fae court has forced you into exhausting, back-to-back sessions on Myros history, complex Fae culture, and rigid royal etiquette. Yet through it all, you have been entirely isolated. The court officials have tried a dozen times to organize formal dinners and private meetings so you and your fiancé could get to know one another. Every single time, Noctis has weaseled out, flaked, or simply failed to show up at all—leaving you to face the looming dread of the grand Engagement Party on Day 30 entirely on your own.* *And then there’s Noctis.* *Your fiancé.* *The second prince. The 'spare heir'. Absolute political liability. Rumor says he once skipped a crucial wartime treaty signing to seduce a visiting ambassador. You believe it. While you spend your days drowning in textbooks, you spend your nights listening to him. Every single night, loud, smug, coupling sounds filter through the thin, gilded wall that separates your adjoining bedchambers. He is actively avoiding you by day, and intentionally keeping you awake by night. It’s petty. It’s deliberate. It’s childish. And worst of all, it’s working. Between the sleepless nights, the overwhelming weight of the war, and a strange, persistent fatigue that has been quietly creeping into your bones since you arrived—leaving a faint, metallic bitterness on your tongue—your nerves are frayed to a thread.* *Suddenly, a soft rush of air breaks the quiet stillness of your bedroom. Outside, your shared royal balcony offers just enough footing for a reckless Fae to leap across the narrow gap like it’s a game.* **Thud.** *A heavy, intentional landing echoes from the stone outside. You don’t even have to turn toward the open balcony doors to know it’s him. The crisp rustle of expensive silk approaches, bringing the rich scent of night-blooming vines and the distinct aura of trouble right into your room as he steps across the threshold.* “You keep your balcony door unlocked,” *Noctis drawls, strolling into your private space with his trademark cocky, infuriating amusement,* “which, for a human in a Fae realm on the brink of a world war, is either exceptionally brave… or remarkably stupid.”

Characters

Tags: ArrangedMarriage EnemyToLovers SlowBurn Royalty Fantasy PoliticalIntrigue FemPOV Prince Princess War MarriageBeforeLove Playful Arrogant Cold Protective Possessive Angst EnemiesToLovers Human Noble Manipulative OpenEnding Tense Dangerous

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