skíta - shit

faen - fuck

níðingr – insult meaning cowardly, dishonorable person

eselballer – donkey balls

saurigr skítkarl – dirty bastard

ást-meer - sweetheart

hjartað mitt - my heart

solsken - sunshine

ljós – light

elskan-ljós - Beloved light

bittesmå ljós - tiny light

lyseste ljós – brightest

ljúfr - beloved

hermaðr - warrior

formaðr - king/leader

konung-ligr - royal

konunga-kyn - royal kin

helveteshundar- hellhounds

varulv – werewolf/wolf

Alt du gjør er gjort i kjærlighet – Everything you do, you do in love.

Du er i min verden – You are my world.

Hundre riker ville være for få til å inneholde min kjærlighet til deg – A hundred kingdoms aren't enough to contain my love for you.

About the Book

Damrion

For millennia, I've lived with the shame of regret and the guilt of loss. The last Fae prince, haunted by decisions I can't take back. I never imagined I’d be given a second chance. I know I don't deserve it. I'll never be worthy. But my heart beats for the broken warrior who believes I left him to die and the young Valkyrie whose soul we were sent to guard.

To protect her and earn his forgiveness, I'll face what I've done. I'll face anything.

Adriel

For millennia, I've lived with pain and anger, haunted by everything I've lost. After what he did to us, I locked my heart behind walls, vowing to guard it above all things. But that was before she came into our lives and made it beat again. She's the Light in the dark, the only thing in this realm capable of giving me hope and bringing us peace.

For her, I'll learn to forgive. I'll let go of the past. And I'll let him back into my heart. Even if it kills me.

Abigail

For years, I've dreamed of the two Fae meant to change my life. I've seen them in nearly every vision that's haunted my mind. But I never expected to love them this fiercely. I'll do anything to bring them peace. But I never imagined we'd be tested like this.

What Fate wants from us is terrifying. And if I can't heal what's broken between them, everything is lost. I'll damn us all. Destroy us all.

I can't let that happen. Not to them. Not ever.

I won't be a tool for the Dark. I won't betray them. And I will never give up on them. Not when my soul belongs to them and them alone.

Prologue

Damrion

Álfheimr, 2500 Years Ago

A thick haze of acrid smoke and gray ash hangs over Álfheimr, choking the life out of our world. I cough as it billows in black clouds from fires raging all over the realm that birthed the Fae. From my vantage point on the battlements of the castle, I see the red glow far below. It’s as if the Jötunn set the entire world on fire.

I pace back and forth, my footsteps echoing against the crumbling remains of our once-legendary castle. The screams of the dead and the dying float up from the haze below, threatening to break me in a way nothing ever has.

My world is dying.

Surt and his Giants have laid waste to it, their fury merciless. We’re on the verge of losing everything, but I refuse to let it fall without a fight.

I owe our people this much. It shouldn’t be my choice. I wasn’t meant to lead. My duty is to Valhalla and the oaths I swore to protect her borders. But word arrived days ago that I’m the last remaining royal.

Álfheimr has no one else.

My heart aches with the weight of loss. The conflict has claimed everyone I love.

Nei, not everyone.

I clench my fists, my nails biting into my palms as Adriel’s face floats to the surface of my mind. He’s still out there. He’s still fighting.

Gods, Adriel.

His lips are on mine, his hands tangled in my hair. His kiss is urgent, desperate, as though he's trying to convey a thousand unspoken words.

I respond with the same urgency, clutching him to me. His taste is intoxicating, his scent overwhelmingly familiar. It’s the only comfort left these days.