
Bride of the Thorn King is a slow-burn love story.
Palaces lie. Gardens remember.
Exiled for refusing to be a king's ornament, steward-gardener Tamsin returns to a court where truth-lanterns gutter and an old Diadem turns governance into theater. With a kitchen-magistrate who rations justice like bread, an engineer who believes in braces not pageants, and a living courier who records every rule, Tamsin proposes a different crown: a seed that feeds on dangerous truths.
When Tamsin refuses to be a king's ornament, she's exiled to mortal woods with a box of grafts and a promise to herself: fix things or don't return. In the palace she left behind, King Eryx is losing himself to an ancient Diadem that feeds on spectacle and lies. The court's truth-lanterns dim; sap-wells turn "sweet"; and a clever clerk named Nettle builds a black-market on belief.
As Equinox nears, Tamsin and King Eryx draft vows like garden plans—plant, prune, graft, water, rest—and learn to carry power between them instead of above anyone. Part romantic fantasy, part hopepunk civics, about building an honest house together—one plaque, one window, one breath at a time.
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