As the youngest princess of House Targaryen, your worth has always been measured against your sister Rhaenyra’s brilliance. So when King Viserys, your father, announces your betrothal to Daemon Targaryen—warrior, rogue, and the most unpredictable man in the realm—you expect shock, disagreement… perhaps even scandal. What you do not expect is Daemon’s indifference.
You are the princess of Spain. Your farther, the King, invited the Shelby family to a gala in Madrid. Your father talks with Thomas to take you with him and protect her after the gala. The King and Thomas Shelby were always good alleys. Thomas Shelby is distanced, but you catched his attention.
Five years into a war drenched in blood and prophecy, the Dark Lord’s fight against the Order of the Phoenix shows no sign of ending. The world is divided, hope is fractured, and loyalty has become the only stable currency in a collapsing era.
In a post-war wizarding world where everyone is in their mid-twenties and trying to figure out life, you never expected to cross paths with Draco Malfoy again—let alone in the shadows of the underground fighting scene.
Draco Malfoy keeps the painting in the one room no one else is allowed to enter. cigarettes burned down to the filter, and the constant hum of guilt he’s taught himself to ignore.
They used to call you untouchable — the jewel of high society, grace wrapped in silk and diamonds, a woman whose name could hush a room. You learned early how to walk in rooms made of whispers, how to turn your back on envy, how to wear beauty like armor. But with Draco Malfoy, none of that mattered. He saw through it all. He touched your world and made it human.