Foundling

She wasn't supposed to survive...

Far down the line of succession, Leita was perfectly unremarkable amongst her powerful family. That was, until the line was extinguished in a single night. Now the last of the royal fae, Leita must wear the crown she stole and break her people of their subsistence on magic.

Surrounded by suspicious courtiers and a capital in ruins, Leita's only solace is a seer's promise-that her dream of love and a family will someday come true.

Everyone wants him dead...

All Attalus Princeps wants is to live-not the simplest thing when his eldest brother is the cruel king of dragons. Being the affable, carefree one of his many siblings has kept Attalus alive; no one bothers plotting with or against him, and that's just fine.

Except, now someone has. Or, that's what the king thinks, and there's no reasoning with him. Flight is a wounded Attalus's only hope. But the fates must have a sense of humor, for even as he lays dying, the life he knew reduced to ash, he finds himself exactly where he needs to be. With her.

A love forged in fire and fate...

Leita isn't what the faelands needs but all it has. This dragon claiming to be her mate isn't what she imagined nor wished for. But she'll have what she was promised, and no fae, no ancient magic, not even an enraged dragon king will take it from her.