The bones of the kinsman tell no lies,
A Fae shadow now mars the noon skies.
Fly, fly as fast as you can,
Fly, fly and flee the crowned man.
Strong and terrible, mighty in rage,
Fear Fae in your days, marked true by the sage.

What in the realm have I gotten myself into this time?
I thought it would be a splendid idea to sneak into the Shifter Kingdom. I needed to watch my dratted soul mate’s challenge—a fight to the death—to ensure he stayed alive. I had a plan.
Then it all went to Fairy and back.
Why I doubted King Athon in the first place truly baffles the mind...

The Misfits did not help our kingdoms’ turbulent matters.
The gremlins have given the five rulers and myself four days to find the second artifact, a weapon that will help save our realm.
Four. Days.
It is simply not possible.

My name is Trixie Towers.
I am the elven princess, who is soul-mated to the foul shifter king, and I’ve been tasked to search for long-gone relics to battle the waking giants.
My life is so dreadfully complicated now.