Fate of a Royal

<p><i>"You will go to Rathe University, live among the giftless and those of light magic. You, Knight Deveraux, will learn to coexist."</i><br><br>I've never heard more wasted words in my life. Then again, the gifted counsel never did have much to say that wasn't. The only members amongst them who speak a thing worth listening to are my parents, the King and Queen of the Stygian's, the people of Dark Magic.<br><br>Unfortunately for me and my brothers, they've chosen to play nice instead of sinking their talons into anyone who dares demand a thing from their heirs. In this instance at least.<br><br>Every gifted is forced to leave our realm behind after graduation to spend the next four years in a world that isn't ours, while pretending it's enough for those with something deeper clawing beneath their skin.<br><br>It isn't. Not by a long shot, and while it's as boring as I thought it would be, we find ways to entertain ourselves.<br><br>A little Fae Dust, the power of persuasion, and it's a party worthy of a royal ... or four.<br><br>That was fun the first year, but it's my second now, and the minute I got back to campus, I knew it would be worse than before. I felt it, that pull buried beneath my skin, the whisper of a warning deep in my mind I could hear but couldn't reach.<br><br>It starts with a human party and ends with a nightmare.<br><br>A five foot, white haired one. With eyes like ice and a body begging to be bitten, she's a problem. A giftless one. That's right, she's human. Worthless.<br><br>And if the shadow circling my soul is telling me what I think it is ... she belongs to it.<br>My new obsession ... is my fated mate.<br><br>But there is no way the fates would give me, a Lord of Rathe, a heir to the throne of dark magic, a giftless girl. I'll prove they got it wrong. That she's not mine. <br><br>If I'm lucky, I'll destroy her in the process.</p>