Ashmere is a city built on discipline—stone corridors, sealed wards, laws designed to keep power orderly and violence contained. It is also a city that feeds on what it refuses to name.
Dorian has survived by remaining unseen. As a sacred beast leader whose kind has learned that visibility invites cages, he has mastered the art of passing through systems without belonging to them. His power is old, rooted in land and breath and instinct, and it was never meant to sit inside palaces or answer to demon law. Survival has taught him to stay small, to stay quiet, to endure.
Aurelian is a king who does not rule by spectacle. As Demon King of Ashmere, he governs through restraint, calculation, and a belief that true authority lies not in how much violence one can wield, but in how much one can refuse. His city obeys because it must—but obedience does not equal truth, and rot has a way of hiding behind order.
When a hidden feeding line is uncovered beneath the city—one that consumes life-force rather than blood—the balance holding Ashmere together begins to fracture. What starts as investigation becomes exposure, and exposure demands choice. Dorian is forced into visibility. Aurelian is forced to decide what kind of king he will be when law itself proves complicit.
Their alliance is not born of trust or affection. It is forged under pressure, shaped by mutual recognition, and tested by a world that does not believe power can exist without domination. As war threatens to erupt between demon, human, and beast factions, both leaders must confront the cost of restraint, the danger of being seen, and the quiet violence embedded in systems that claim neutrality.
Crown of Ash & Fur is a lyrical romantasy about sovereignty without conquest, intimacy without softness, and love that manifests not through vows, but through irreversible acts. It is a slow-burn enemies-to-allies romance where closeness feels dangerous, choices carry political weight, and mercy demands more courage than cruelty.
This is a story where crowns are not inherited but claimed, where kneeling can redefine power, and where the future of the world depends not on who wins the war—but on who chooses to end it.
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