Nearly ten years ago the human and fae realms collided. After years of war peace was finally reached between the all the fae kings and the human governments. To celebrate the peace agreement the Summer king threw a ball.

Tickets were coveted by all creatures. All eight kings had vowed their attendance. Something that hadn’t happened in dozens of past kings.

You step out of the bustling ballroom floor. Passing by ethereal figures as you make your way to get a drink. A strong hand grabbed your waist. His touch like sunshine on a summer day. Something inside your chest clicks into place.