Bound in Violet Ink

Crave obsessive, fated love where he knows before she does? He’s an Unseelie High Lord, chained in a Seelie prison, and she’s the adopted daughter of the very court that locked him away. She writes to him out of boredom, rebellion, a hunger for more, and he answers because his mate has found him, even if she doesn’t yet understand what she’s done.
Now nothing—not walls, not politics, not the fragile peace between courts—will stop him from claiming what’s his. Even if it means tearing her world apart to reach her.

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“Do you feel lost? Is that why you write to me?”

His words are forbidden, and yet I crave them.
Locked in a golden cage, I’m the adopted daughter of a High Lord—a pawn dressed in silk and promises, meant to smile, marry, and obey. But I’m not sweet. Not docile. And certainly not interested in the polished men lining up to claim me. Well beyond my years for marriage, I don’t care for decorum anymore.
So, I write to a prisoner. Kane, the infamous Unseelie High Lord held in the depths of my father’s dungeons, is my absolute obsession and it’s driving me mad. It starts as a game. A risk. A breath of rebellion in my suffocating world.
But Kane writes back.
I’m no longer just playing with fire, I’m falling into it.