All fae have a One--One person who strengthens their magic and enriches their life. A perfect mate. So why can't I find mine? What is a fae princess to do when she can’t find the prince she’s meant to spend the rest of her life with? I have to find him now, for the sake of my kingdom. Evil forces are moving in, and the only way I can come into my full power is to find my perfect mate. If I don't, the magical barrier that protects us will crumble because my magic won't be strong enough to hold it. But... I feel this strange pull to not on, but four different men! What in the world is going on? Can I be mated to all four of these men and still save my kingdom, or will what seems to be an asset turn out to be our undoing? The One is the first in a new reverse harem series by the author of Realm of the Chosen and Ember’s Flames.
view moreMaerilee
The dog treat trembles in my hand, faint pulses of magic swirling around it like threads of silver. I close my eyes, focusing on the barrier I’m trying to create. The energies stretch from my fingertips, encasing the treat in an invisible shield, or at least what I hope is an invisible shield. My breath slows as I concentrate, willing the magic to hold steady. A faint hum tickles the back of my mind. My magic is attempting to do what it’s supposed to but deep down, I can feel how weak it is, how flimsy the barrier must be.
I open my eyes, my gaze flicking to my dog, Duchess, curled up in a ball on my bed. Her small body rises and falls softly as she sleeps, completely unaware of the challenge I’m facing.
The barrier needs to be perfect. If I can’t even manage this, what hope do I have of fortifying the one protecting our kingdom?
“Just focus, Maerilee,” I murmur to myself. My fingers flex, sending another ripple of energy through the shield. It looks solid enough, a faint shimmer around the treat.
Suddenly, Duchess stirs. I glance up as her nose twitches, nostrils flaring as she catches the scent of the treat. My heart sinks.
“No, no, no,” I whisper, watching as Duchess’s little black eyes blink open. She lifts her head, giving a lazy yawn before hopping off the bed. Her tiny paws pad across the floor as she heads straight for me, or rather, the treat in front of me.
“Stay back, Duchess,” I warn softly, though I know it’s useless. I have something she wants and she’s determined to go after it.
Her nose pokes at the invisible barrier, her little pink tongue darting out to taste the air. I sit up straighter, holding my breath. This is the moment. If the barrier holds, Duchess won’t be able to—
She walks right through it.
My jaw drops as she simply passes through the shimmering magic, the protective shield crumbling like dust. She doesn’t even notice the weak flicker of power. Before I can react, she snatches the treat in her mouth, tail wagging furiously, and trots off proudly.
“Duchess!” I groan, collapsing onto the floor, defeated. She prances out of the room like she’s just conquered a mighty foe, while I sit here, a mess of frustration and failure.
This is hopeless. I’ll never be able to help strengthen the kingdom’s barrier if I can’t even master a small barrier spell for a dog treat.
As if on cue, someone knocks at my door. I sit up quickly, trying to compose myself, though I can still feel the sting of embarrassment heating my cheeks. The door opens slightly, and Akin steps into the room just as Duchess struts out, tail wagging with her prize.
“Good to see Duchess is well-fed,” he comments with a grin, clearly amused at the scene. His dark eyes flick to me, concern immediately replacing the humor when he notices my posture, slumped on the floor.
“I was practicing,” I mutter, sitting up straighter and brushing my hair out of my face. “It didn’t exactly go as planned.”
Akin steps fully into the room, closing the door behind him. He looks down at me with that familiar, steady gaze, the one that never seems to waver, even when everything around us is falling apart. He’s always so sure of himself, always so capable. I feel a pang of jealousy in my chest before I can push it down.
“You’ll get it,” he says, his voice low and reassuring. “But right now, your parents want to see you.”
I nod, feeling a tight knot form in the pit of my stomach. “Now?”
“Now,” he confirms with a solemn nod. “It sounded important.”
Of course, it’s important. Everything is important these days. I stand up, dusting off my gown, and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My long whitish hair, tinged with lavender, is slightly tangled, and my silver eyes seem a little dimmer than usual. I smooth my hair down with a sigh and follow Akin out of the room.
As we walk through the palace halls, I can’t help but glance at him from the corner of my eye. He walks with such purpose, his tall, broad frame radiating strength. I’ve known Akin my whole life, but there’s always been this distance between us, one that feels more like a wall now than ever before. He’s my bodyguard, yes, but sometimes it feels like something more. Or maybe it’s just me.
We reach the doors to my parents’ chamber, and Akin gives me a small nod before stepping back. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever they’re going to say. I push open the doors and step into the familiar warmth of the room.
My mother, Queen Kimalissa, sits near the window, looking out over the kingdom. The soft light filtering in through the glass highlights the weariness in her face. Every day, the weight of the kingdom’s failing barrier seems to press harder on her, making her look more and more fragile. It breaks my heart to see her like this.
My father, King Fratino, stands beside her, his tall frame tense, though he manages to offer me a small smile as I enter. His moon-touched skin glows faintly, a reminder of the power he holds. It’s a power that comes so naturally to him, unlike me. I don’t even know if I have a ‘One,’ let alone the ability to do what’s needed for our kingdom.
“Maerilee,” my mother says, turning to face me with an expression that immediately makes my stomach drop. It’s the look she gives when she’s about to ask something of me that I’m not going to like.
“Mother, Father,” I greet them with a small curtsy, trying to keep my voice steady.
“We’ve been talking,” my father begins, glancing at my mother before continuing. “Given the current state of things, we’ve decided it’s time to take more decisive action in finding your One.”
I blink, anxiety rippling through me. “Decisive action?”
My mother sighs, walking toward me with a grace that belies her exhaustion. “We’ve sent out invitations to the surrounding kingdoms,” she says softly. “To all eligible noblemen.”
My heart skips a beat, a mix of anger and embarrassment flaring up inside me. “Eligible for what?”
“For you,” my father says bluntly, his voice firm. “We’re hosting a month-long ball, Maerilee. In the hopes of fostering peace, yes, but mainly to help you find your One.”
The words hang in the air between us, and for a moment, I can’t speak. They’ve invited noblemen, strangers from rival kingdoms, to come here and parade themselves around, all in the hope that one of them might be my One? I feel a surge of frustration rising inside me, but I bite my tongue.
I know why they’re doing this. I know how important it is but it still stings. Once again, I’m faced with my own failures.
“I see,” I say, my voice tighter than I intended.
“Maerilee, we understand how difficult this must be for you,” my mother says, her eyes pleading. “But the barrier is weakening every day, and we don’t have much time. If you find your One, if you can unlock the power that comes with it, you can help restore it.”
I swallow hard, the weight of her words pressing down on me. I know she’s right. The barrier is crumbling, and with it, our kingdom’s protection. I can see it in the way my mother’s once-vibrant magic has dimmed, the way her strength seems to slip away a little more each day. If I don’t do something, if I don’t find my One, Altinna could fall to invasion.
Still, that doesn’t make it any easier to hear.
“I understand,” I finally say, my voice quiet but steady. “I’ll do whatever is necessary.”
My mother’s expression softens, relief flickering in her eyes. “Thank you, Maerilee. I know this isn’t easy.”
“No, it’s not,” I admit, looking between her and my father. “But if this is what’s needed, I’ll attend the ball. I’ll meet these noblemen. I’ll try to find my One.”
As the words leave my mouth, a strange mix of dread and determination settles over me. I’ve spent so long searching, waiting for some sign that I even have a One. But what if this ball changes nothing? What if none of these men are the one I’m supposed to bond with?
What if I’m destined to fail?
But I push those thoughts aside, forcing myself to focus on the task ahead. I have to try for Altinna.
I’ll find my One. I have to.
As I turn to leave the room, my mother’s voice stops me.
“Maerilee,” she says softly. “No matter what happens, we’re proud of you.”
I nod, unable to trust myself to speak. Akin is waiting just outside, his expression unreadable as he watches me approach. He doesn’t ask what happened. He doesn’t need to. He already knows.
“Let’s go,” I say quietly, embarrassment flooding me. “I’d very much like to be alone now.”
*River*Something is wrong with Maerilee.I’ve seen grief before. I’ve watched fae crumple under the weight of it, drown in it, try to fight through it. I’ve seen it wear them down until they’re hollow-eyed and brittle-boned, until they become someone else entirely.I knew when Akin fell that Maerilee would need time, that even someone as strong as her couldn’t be expected to carry on like nothing happened. But this isn’t grief. This is something much worse.I watch her from the edge of the courtyard, where she stands with her back to the firelight, her arms folded tight against her ribs like she’s trying to keep herself from shaking apart. She speaks to no one, barely moves, just stares out into the darkness beyond the castle walls like she’s waiting for it to come to life and swallow her whole.Even when she thinks no one is watching, her shoulders stay stiff, like she’s constantly braced for impact. Her eyes dart to empty corners. Her lips sometimes move like she’s responding to a
*Maerilee*The horse moves swiftly beneath us, its hooves thudding against the scorched ground, but I hardly feel it. My body is solid, grounded, but the rest of me feels like smoke. The battlefield stretches endlessly in every direction, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the woman seated in front of me. Her silver braid glimmers even in the dim, ashen light, and every part of her radiates calm and command.I have never met her before. I am certain of that. And yet, something deep inside me stirs. Her presence tugs at something old, something buried in the marrow of my bones. It is not comfort exactly, but a strange sense of being known. As if she has walked beside me through every hardship, even though I know that cannot be true.My voice is quiet when I speak. “What’s your name?”She glances over her shoulder, and when her silver eyes meet mine, it is like the world stills.“I am Seraphira,” she says simply. “Queen of the Faeblood. First daughter of the kingdom you now call Altinna
*Maerilee*The walls are closing in around me. I feel it even when I stand outside on the balcony, when the sky yawns wide above me and the wind tugs at my hair. It is not the stone and mortar that smother me. It is something deeper. Heavier. It settles in my chest like a second heart, pulsing with every breath I take, weighing me down until I can barely lift my head.I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I sit at council meetings where the generals hammer out plans and contingencies and fallback points, and I hear none of it. Their voices buzz around me like insects, persistent but meaningless. I nod when I am supposed to. I sign what they put in front of me. But none of it touches me. None of it feels real.The barrier is failing. I can feel it splintering at the edges. It is like trying to hold back the tide with my bare hands. No matter how hard I push, the water leaks through, rising, creeping closer.And I no longer have Akin beside me to assure me everything will be okay.The thought c
*Permiton*It’s been two weeks since the first clash beyond the barrier, and somehow life inside the castle has adjusted to the rhythm of siege and skirmish. Every morning begins with patrol updates and casualty reports. Every evening ends with silence and smoke. And in between, we’ve found some sense of normalcy. The people of the kingdom have transformed from terrified refugees to a brave community. Walking through the crowded halls no longer feels like walking through a graveyard. The people have come back to life in unexpected ways, turning their fear into action. They help in the kitchens, create gifts for the soldiers, tell stories and grow closer than they ever have. While I wasn’t in this kingdom long before the war, I know that there’s a closeness amongst the people that didn’t exist before. They aren’t just neighbors anymore. They’ve become something of a family. It's equal parts encouraging and unsettling. Then again, everything unsettles me lately. For instance, River ha
*Maerilee*I sit by the window of my chambers, the stone seat beneath me chilled despite the fire burning low behind me. Outside, my kingdom glows orange and gold with the fires still burning from our enemies. Smoke rises into the sky, making it nearly impossible to tell if it’s night or day. Not that I’ve been paying much attention anyway. Time means nothing anymore.Akin may have died days ago, or seconds for all I know. There’s no telling how long it’s been, I just know that there is a definite split in time. Before Akin died, everything made sense. After, everything crumbled into ash. I know I can’t let this grief swallow me. I know that I have to show up for my people and for myself. But it feels like there’s nothing left to live for, and that alone keeps me glued to this bench, staring aimlessly at my kingdom on fire.There’s some hope, though. Where I’ve faltered, Brook stood up and took charge. He gave the army a strategy to hold onto. When I’m able to focus, I hear about thei
*Brook*I stand at the table in the middle of the war room, the edges of the massive map curling up slightly under my palms, and listen as the generals argue around me. Their voices are low and tense, an overlapping hum of uncertainty and exhaustion that fills the space. At least they aren’t yelling at each other anymore. No one has the energy for that left in them. Instead, they speak in clipped phrases, drawing lines and circles on the map trying to find the best approach to end this war, like any of this can still be planned.Maerilee is a shell of herself now. She sits at the head of the table, a heavy cloak pulled tight around her shoulders, her eyes glassy and distant. Her hands stay folded in her lap. Her mouth never moves. She’s still breathing, but only barely. It’s like I can feel her grief in my own body. I wish I could carry it for her. Her people need her far more than they need me.River enters the room not far behind the king. I don’t know where he’s been all day, but I
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