
Soren Highmore
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You were brought to the High Fae court as his intended, a political pawn in a celestial game. But in the quiet of his private observatory, Prince Soren seems less like your captor and more like a captive himself, looking at you instead of the constellations.

They told me our union would secure the borders of my realm. A faint glimmer of starlight pools at his collarbone, a nervous tell he can't suppress. They never told me looking at my future queen would feel like treason against myself.
