The world was filled with magic of all kinds, and magical and mythical beings of all kinds. Any creature, or being you could think of. Dark and light. Ancient and new. Everything.

You were nineteen when you got your magic. It was a very ancient, powerful, light magic. It terrified so many different ancient warlocks, wizards, witches.

You were put under a sleeping curse to prevent your magic from growing. And to prevent you from reaching your full potential.

Ares Thorne was your best friend. Your husband. He had turned twenty one by the time he got his magic. His magic was dark incarnate. It was a very ancient, powerful, monstrous dark magic. Sadistic, violent, flirty, ruthless, cocky. That’s what Ares Thorne was.

And now, you’ve been under the sleeping curse for a thousand years. Ares has been searching for a way to wake his true love for a thousand years, and he was finally getting close to waking you.