The kingdom’s future rests on their shoulders.
Aelir, a noble elf, has been trained since infancy to step into the role of Ruler of the Vills of Renedith, a position held by his autocratic grandfather. With a heart filled with dreams of change and improving the lives of all elves in his province, he heads to the capitol to attend a gala event for the king’s coronation anniversary with the hopes of gaining a moment of the king’s time. What should be a ten day party filled with wine, archery tournaments, and fine horses turns into a nightmare when the king is poisoned and dies without an heir. The death throws the three elven noble houses into chaos. A vote is taken among the elders and Aelir finds himself sitting on the ivory throne before the previous ruler’s body has chilled.
Thrown into a world rife with intrigue, assassins, and courtly machinations, Aelir has only his most trusted guard, V’alor, to watch his back. Something that V’alor has been doing for a dozen seasons now for none love Aelir as V’alor does. While the young king struggles to understand the vitriol aimed at him from those he considered friends, Aelir turns to the one man he knows will always protect and love him. V’alor. Their romance burns bright and true until a demand of rulership is placed on Aelir. One that he cannot dismiss. One that will possibly end his love affair with his beloved protector.
The new king must take a wife.
Immediately.
The Ivory King is an M/M age gap romantasy starring a novice monarch who falls for an older guardian set in a land filled with assassins behind every tree, delicate damsels who aren’t as finespun as assumed, Elven courts, passionate embraces, and a fairy tale happy ending.
