15 years have passed since the Golden Court overthrew the Silver Court and outlawed magic after the tragic war. Scared, scarred, their sunbjects complied. The kingdom of Nyrah has begun to heal and flourish into a Golden age, the ruins of the past and the Silver court befoming a topic punishable of treason. Unbeknownst to many Nyrans, however, the Silver Court is building roots in the so-called uninhabitable land they were exhiled to. The banished prince, Koen of Silver Court has rebelled. With the withering power he still has outside of Nyra, he leads a small rebellion to take his families rightful place on the throne. On an in-and-out mission gone wrong, he happens to save a student of Velich’s Academy’s life. Trained in everything from penmanship to swordsmanship, raised since childhood to ignore the past and avoid all magic in the future, shes ought to despise everything he is and stands for. But she knows too much not to recruit.

The knight shoves me against a willow, the rough bark ruining the back of my gown. He has a hand at my mouth, the other wielding a small, jeweled dagger. “Don’t move.” He growls, eyes wild like embers under his helm.