One prince. One mistake. One... chicken?

A twisted retelling of The Frog Prince, featuring your favorite villain from The Subtle Beauty & Moonlight, Sylas Mortas.

What would YOU do for love?

17-year-old Prince Sylas of Killeagh wants what every one else wants: control over his own life. When he tries to run away from home and escape an arranged marriage, the last thing he expects is to fall in love with a robber in the woods. Hiding behind a mask, the robber girl seems to lead a life of freedom Sylas has only dreamed of. Their adventure comes to an end when the Castle Killeagh guards hunt Sylas down and he's forced to return home. He convinces his parents to allow him to find the girl again and consider her as a candidate for marriage, but he only has until the next full moon to find her, or all bets are off.

Death has a name, and it is Crwys. As a ban sidhe, her job is to visit the great houses of The Summer Isle and keen out the living to prepare them for death. King Sionnach has far outlived his days and it is time he cross to the Unliving World. When she arrives, a young prince named Sylas intervenes and offers to go in his grandfather's stead. This break with tradition, and selfless sacrifice, move Crwys into loving Sylas, who looks so much like a shadow from her past. But when he crosses her to be with his true love, he invokes the wrath of a woman scorned.

Rós is just a little, aura-seeing, red hen whose master believes she is chosen by the gods. Her arrival at King Sionnach’s court is insignificant to Sylas at the time, but their destinies are interwoven. Can she help Sylas save himself from the curse Crwys has planned for him? Or will he become a fallen frog prince?




“Pass me my cloak.”
Sylas held it by the shoulders and draped it over her. There was a moment where her fingers brushed his as she tied the cloak’s strings at her collar. Sylas’s hands came to rest upon her shoulders, smoothing the creases of the velvety blue. The girl took in a sharp breath, but not of displeasure. He stepped closer to her, his tall, lean form curving into the slope of her back. Sylas lowered his head to her ear, allowing his lips to trail down her neck. The way she smelled of of wild earth and mountain bluebells intoxicated him. “Laittie…”
She turned in his arms, staring into his eyes. He caressed her cheek. Her golden curls cascaded over his skin. She took in another sharp breath as he lowered his mouth to hers. “I think I’m falling for you,” he whispered.
“We shouldn’t do this.” Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting in her whisper. “You’re promised to another.”
His voice was low. His thumb brushed over her lower lip. “What’s that word you keep calling me?”
“Reckless,” she said breathlessly.
Sylas slid his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, making her aware of what he felt in her presence. “Let me be reckless for one more night.”
“Is that all you want? A reckless kind of love.”
“No. I want a kind of love that I’ll remember the rest of my days. I want a once upon a time love.”
Laittie reached for his collar, her face squeezing with a semi-pained expression. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”
Sylas smiled. “I told you I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep.”

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