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{y/n} thought the wings were a dream. The bloody little boy in the woods was too. Then a tear in reality drags her into a Fae realm that immediately starts recognizing her. Ancient wards wake. Dead gardens bloom. A sealed palace opens. And apparently? She’s the lost princess everyone thought died twenty years ago. There’s just one problem. Someone is already sitting on her throne. Caedros. The current king. The son of the man who murdered her parents. And unfortunately, he’s also the same little boy from her childhood dream. The one who kept the tiny gold trinket she gave him for twenty fucking years. Now half the realm wants her crowned. The other half wants Caedros to remain king. Marriage proposals start arriving. Old Houses start choosing sides. And Caedros is becoming increasingly terrible at pretending he doesn’t want the woman who could take everything from him. His kingdom. His crown. His throne. Possibly his fucking sanity.