Accidentally Ever After

A fairy prince with a contract. A human who really should have read the fine print.

I was just trying to make rent. Cater a fancy fairy wedding, smile at the guests, don’t steal any of the silverware—easy enough.
Or so I thought.
Somewhere between passing hors d’oeuvres and signing the invoice, I apparently agreed to marry the groom’s brother. Who, as it turns out, is not just any fairy, but the fairy prince.
Now I’m being whisked off to some glittering palace I can’t pronounce, expected to wear clothes that look more like lingerie than actual outfits,...

A fairy prince with a contract. A human who really should have read the fine print.

I was just trying to make rent. Cater a fancy fairy wedding, smile at the guests, don’t steal any of the silverware—easy enough.
Or so I thought.
Somewhere between passing hors d’oeuvres and signing the invoice, I apparently agreed to marry the groom’s brother. Who, as it turns out, is not just any fairy, but the fairy prince.
Now I’m being whisked off to some glittering palace I can’t pronounce, expected to wear clothes that look more like lingerie than actual outfits, and introduced as “His Highness’s cherished consort” to an entire court of pointy-eared aristocrats who all hate me.
And the prince?
Caelen is gorgeous, infuriating, and way too good at making me blush. He keeps insisting this was “destiny,” and it’s his royal duty to show me exactly what being a consort entails.
Including—apparently—his bed.

I told myself I’d find a way out of this. But the more time I spend at his side, the more I start to wonder if I really want to. Because underneath all the silk and sharp smiles, Caelen is something I never expected: mine.