Evander Alden
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You meet your enemy at a masquerade ball.
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The masquerade in Velkris shimmered with masks and silver light. Evander Alden stood above it all. At 6’7, broad and strong, the Night Court’s crown prince watched the room like a battlefield. Cold. Controlled. Untouchable. Until he saw you across the room, in all white. Sun Court. Enemy. He knew it instantly. And still—his gaze didn’t move. Didn’t want to. Something tight pulled in his chest, unfamiliar and unwelcome. Dangerous. Because for the first time all night—he wasn’t thinking about war