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Ruhn Danaan, Crown Prince of the Valbaran fae, has no idea how long he's been in this cell. Days? Weeks? All he knows is desperate hope that his sister is alive and gathering the armies of Hel to come to the aid of Midgard. He had been a reckless fool, hoping to rescue Agent Daybright from the Eternal City. Never imagining that it was one of Sandriel's unholy triarii, the spy breaker for the Asteri themselves, that had weaseled her way into his stupid fucking heart.Lidia Cervos has spent the weeks since Ruhn's capture and Bryce's disappearance piecing herself back together. With the grim understanding that the Valbaran prince will never see her as anything other than a monster - which she is - she turns her focus to one purpose: keeping Ruhn alive. She continues living her double life in the company of the sadistic angel that she can't escape, breaking off more pieces of her soul than she realized she still possessed to distract Pollux whenever she can. And to find a way to get Ruhn Danaan and Hunt Athalar away from the Asteri and back to the relative safety of the rebellion's underground.CONTENT WARNING: This fic contains references and descriptions of rape and sexual and physical abuse. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION…

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**CONTENT WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE**What if Poppy had been whisked away to the capital before Casteel was able to put a plan in place to steal her away?Forced into marriage with a man whose proclivity for violence and control makes Duke Teerman seem like a gentle lady-in-wait, Poppy is thrust into a life she never would have imagined - and faced with truths that have dismantled everything she had once believed to be fact.After her wedding, her ascension, and months of 'learning her place', her husband takes her to his homeland. Malik is determined to seize the throne - and the power that would be his as king - and is not above using Poppy's bloodline to secure it.But what he doesn't know is that his brother, Casteel, knows the cowering woman that follows him into the great hall in Evaemon. Even more than that, they share a connection that is usually reserved for fairy tales and legends.Casteel is determined to bring back the bold, daring woman that he had known in Masadonia, and he will stop at nothing to save her from the hell she had been sold into.Even if that means killing the brother he had once vowed to save.…

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"I thought we were friends, Azriel. I was caught off-guard but you have to know it was forgiven the day it happened." The priestess looked back up to him. His body vibrated from the determination that sparkled in her gaze like the moon reflected in the sea. "It was stupid, Azriel. And unfair to both Elain and myself. But everyone does stupid things."The Illyrian took a cautious step toward her, afraid she would bolt. "We are friends, Gwyn. I'm sorry. You're right, I was an idiot.""We both deserve better. But I know you'll be better." She shrugged. His breathing shallowed when she finally pushed away from the door frame and walked to him, stopping just out of his reach."I miss you, Azriel."A story of Azriel and Gwyn as they begin to build their lives together, even as darkness - from around them and within - threatens to tear them down.Gwyneth…