Throne of Shadows and Shattered Souls

She was brought to his throne in chains. She talked back within thirty seconds. He commuted her execution and soul-bonded her to stop her magic. Neither of them recovered from that decision.Aelira Kane spent nine years in the undercity of Nythera learning one thing: how to survive every dangerous situation by understanding its exact limits. She carries soul-shatter magic — a rare ability to break divine bonds and unmake magical constructs — that consumes pieces of her own soul every time she uses it. She has forty-seven uses left. She has been spending them on the people her court forgot existed.Baelor Grim is seven hundred and twelve years old, the absolute ruler of the Obsidian Throne, and cursed — four centuries ago, a rival god stripped his capacity for genuine emotion as a weapon against him. He rules by calculation because feeling was taken from him. He does not grieve. He does not love. He does not feel the seventy-year cost of quietly shielding three thousand undercity residents from his own court's purge, because feeling was taken from him.Then the soul-bond between them starts doing something neither of them planned for. The bond amplifies her magic. It costs him when she uses it. It forces proximity, transmits fragments of feeling, and accelerates — every day, building toward something the ritual was never designed to produce. The curse begins to crack. Through the bond, for the first time in four centuries, he feels the shape of what it is losing.Darius Vale — four hundred years old, silver-tongued, and possessed of a plan that has been building since before Aelira was born — wants the soul-shatter magic for a reason she does not yet understand. When she finds out what the Obsidian Throne's binding actually connects to, and what breaking it would cost every soul in the realm, everything she thought she came here to do has to be reassessed."e;Throne of Shadows and Shattered Souls"e; is a complete, standalone dark romantasy. Captive-to-lovers. Slow burn. A demon god learning to feel things again for the first time in centuries and having absolutely no framework for it. A heroine with forty-seven uses of magic left who keeps spending them on other people. A sarcastic silver-haired lieutenant who is unfailingly loyal and deeply invested in how this all turns out. And an ending where everyone who should survive does.For readers who love: dark fantasy courts, morally grey immortal rulers, captive-to-lovers, soul-bonds, slow burn, ancient curses, sharp-tongued heroines, and villains who are four hundred years of planning in one room.