Novels by Ady Daniels

Five years have passed, and Aerithia glows with quiet grace. The realm thrives under Gregory’s steady hand though King Halrion still lives, aged and wise, the true weight of leadership has shifted to his son and me. We rule in action, not in title, partners in every sense, bound by love, duty, and the history that nearly tore us apart.Our son, Kamsey, is the pulse of our days. He fills the palace halls with laughter, his small footsteps echoing where once only silence lived. He has his father’s calm gaze and my stubborn heart; a perfect blend of everything Gregory and I once feared we could never have.King Halrion dotes on him endlessly. Sometimes I catch him watching Kamsey play, eyes glistening, as though he’s found redemption for all that was lost before us.Morgana didn’t last more than three years in the coldest dungeon of Matica. The isolation and bitter cold slowly consumed her until a heart attack ended her life. She was buried without honor and without ceremony, like a comm

My honeymoon ends sooner than either of us imagined.Not with a fight or fatigue, but with a revelation so heavy it silences joy. The pages of King Lucien’s journal replay in my mind; his shaky handwriting, his fading strength, his fear masked as dignity. Those words have changed everything.The man always called the Judge King did not die of failing health. He was murdered with poison. And the woman he loved most, his queen, Morgana is the prime suspect.We don’t return to Wild Villa. Gregory and I remain in the royal palace of Matica, the air heavy with unease and grief. Celeste wastes no time. She orders the archives opened, summons the council, and forms a panel of judges to reopen our father’s death.I know what this means. I know the danger. But I also know I can’t walk away.Not now. Not when the truth is finally within reach.“I’ll be part of the panel,” I tell Celeste in her private chambers that evening. My voice shakes, but my resolve doesn’t. “I owe him that much. I owe

There’s something about Gregory and me or perhaps it’s this place, this enchanting Wild Villa that awakens a hunger neither of us can tame. It’s as if the air itself conspires against our restraint, scented with lilies, warm rain, and the faint musk of the forest. Every wall, every breeze, every flicker of candlelight seems to echo with the pulse of something primal and impossibly tender.We’ve been here for two weeks, yet time dissolves into one long, fevered dream. Days blur into nights, and nights into mornings that spill with soft laughter, tangled sheets, and stolen kisses that taste of honey and memory. He looks at me like I’m still his first forbidden thought and I look at him like he’s the only thing that has ever made sense.We crave everything; our past, our fantasies and the thousand silent longings that lived between us for years. And here, surrounded by wild beauty, we indulge them all. We talk until our voices fade into whispers. We eat, we tease, we explore, and make lo

The morning drifts in gentle, soft, golden rays sneaking through the heavy curtains and scattering across the room like lazy threads of light. My eyes flutter open to find Gregory already awake, his gaze fixed on me. For a long silent moment, we just stare at each other, wordless but speaking volumes in the language of smiles and quiet heartbeats.“Good morning, Mrs. Halrion,” he says at last, his voice deep and rough from sleep. “How was your night?”I can’t help but smile at the sound of it, Mrs. Halrion. It rolls off his tongue with so much warmth it almost feels unreal. The memory of the night before lingers like a dream I don’t want to wake from; the stars, the stream and the love that bound us until sleep stole us both.“Perfect,” I murmur, tracing my fingers along his jaw. “Absolutely perfect.”He catches my hand and kisses it, his eyes still fixed on mine. “You’re glowing,” he whispers, half teasing, half in awe.“Maybe it’s the sunlight,” I reply.“Or maybe,” he says, brushi

The evening sun spills gold across the horizon as our car glides through the winding road that leads to Wild Villa. I recognize the place instantly; the same peaceful villa by the Matica coast where Cassain and Celeste took us for a day, after her coronation, yet tonight, it looks entirely different.Lanterns hang from palm trees, soft petals trail from the gate to the front porch, and faint music drifts through the breeze. Everything glows; gentle, romantic and impossibly perfect.Gregory squeezes my hand. “Looks like my brother and his queen outdid themselves this time.”I laugh softly, still staring through the window. “They turned this place into a dream.”As we step out, Esther, Celeste’s ever-graceful lady, greets us with a deep curtsy and a warm smile.“Welcome, Your Highnesses,” she says warmly. “Her Majesty and His Majesty insisted I should be here to receive you and help you settle in. Everything has been prepared just as they requested. I shall attend to all your needs thro

The reception hall glows with soft amber light, laughter, and the hum of music. The air smells of roses and spice, of joy and celebration. Gone are the crowns, the robes, and the ceremony, what remains is family, love, and the kind of peace that only comes after long years of waiting.I’ve changed into my evening dress; a shimmering gown of champagne silk that glows beneath the chandeliers. The fabric catches the light like water, and every movement feels like a dance. Celeste stays close to me, radiant in a flowing coral gown, while little Ray refuses to leave Father’s side, proudly holding his grandfather’s hand like a young prince guarding a treasure.The tables overflow with food and wine; exotic fruits, roasted meats, gold-edged pastries from Matica, and Aerithian wines aged for decades. The band plays soft, sweet melodies that make the hall come alive. Everywhere I turn, nobles and royals offer congratulations and blessings. They present gifts; sculptures carved from crystal, ch