Finally star in your own romantasy story. Never wait three years for the next book again.
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Lie to a prince. Kiss his rival. Get caught in front of everyone. Nobody forgets.
Two guards walk Wren up the length of the tithe hall, barefoot, her coat still dripping moor water onto the floor. Nobody at the long table has touched their wine since she came in.
Gethin sits at the head of it. The law landed on him tonight, and he looks like he’s still deciding how he feels about that.
“You crossed on a full moon,” he says. “So you’re mine until the Bloom. I’ll need a name.”
Down the table, Erwan hasn’t looked away from her once.

I tell him my name is Mary.
Gethin’s mouth twitches. He glances at his sister, and Eluned hides a laugh behind her cup.
“Mary,” he repeats, like he’s trying it on. “Fine.” He waves the guards off. “Someone get her a cloak before she ruins the floor.”
Angharad is already coming down the steps with one over her arm.
Write one line about who you are. Everyone you meet makes up their mind about you, and changes it with every choice you make.
What’s Wren’s story?
Wren, 24, a ferryman’s daughter from Harrow. Red hair, a knife in her coat. She crossed the wall on purpose, and she will not say why.





Pick a story, make your character, and you’re in the first scene. Type anything you’d do or say, and the story answers.
Zero judgment. Fall for your enemy, make a bargain you shouldn’t, betray the crown. The story just rolls with it.
It remembers. Every lie you told, every vow you broke. Come back in a year and it’s all still playing out.
First hour free. No credit card.