I never should have taken that loan but my aunt needed the meds and they were too expensive for me to afford by myself. Now I've been sold to slavery and the Nightfall Queen's guards have found out I'm not entirely human.

I guess I'm lucky they didn't kill me.

The next thing I know I'm transferred to the Elf King's castle to find out that he has bought me. It will take me five years to pay off the debt but I get to be his personal assistant. Personal assistant to the king. That can't be so bad, right?

Wrong. Oh how wrong I was.

His council has tasked me with finding him a wife before they will fund his war against the Nightfall Queen. That part should be easy, he's rich, disgustingly handsome, and smart to boot. The problem? He's rejecting every high born female I send his way.

The more time we spend together, the more we realize I'm not just some half elf. There is a deep power that runs through my veins, one that makes me a target. His solution?

Enter into a fake marriage with him so that he can get the council off his back and I can get some protection.

That's a great idea, so long as I don't fall in love with him.

Should be simple enough...