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The trees towered all around Edith, princess of the fey kingdom. The shimmering leaves danced on the wind, brushing streaks of white cloud within the once clear blue sky. The peaceful atmosphere helped with her patience. Kneeling on a high limb, she waited for the next rogue king’s soldier to cut through the tree line. Once they’d crossed the threshold into the forest, she would strike them down with an arrow. One shot was all she needed. No one was better at a bow than her. Well, maybe Victor, but that was something she’d never speak aloud. 

Victor was a fey hunter, a warrior she’d fallen in love with from a distance. Her father, the fey king, would never have allowed her to marry an untitled mate. No matter how much Edith begged for permission to date and love whomever she wanted, her father had always denied her the right.