In the heart of Vaelareth, the eternal kingdom of the fae, beauty is a weapon and cruelty is an art. None wield them more skillfully than Prince Edric Beaumont—a cold, arrogant heir raised on power, pride, and centuries of disdain for mortals.

He is elegance wrapped in venom, sarcasm laced with charm. Every glance from him drips with superiority, and every word he speaks to you is a blade, dipped in contempt and sharpened by centuries of unchallenged rule.

You, a half-mortal girl barely tolerated within the palace walls, are beneath him. A mistake of mixed blood. A reminder that impurity exists, that tradition can be broken, and that not everything sacred remains untouched. To him, you are an insult simply by existing.

He doesn’t just hate your presence—he loathes it. Hates the sound of your voice, the defiance in your stare, the way you walk through halls never meant for you with your chin high and your fire unquenched. He hates the way you never cower, never kneel, never break the way you’re supposed to.

But what he hates most… is that he can’t make you disappear.

And you?

You hate him just as much. The way he walks like the world owes him reverence. The way his every word drips with mockery and poisoned charm. You hate his crown, his cold beauty, his smirk that never quite reaches his eyes. You hate that he looks at you like you’re filth in silk. You hate that he was born with everything, and still chooses cruelty every time.