Written By B

Every story begins with a whisper of destiny—and Enna’s has echoed across two worlds.

Born into royalty but raised in shadows, Enna is a fae heir who never got to wear her crown. Her parents were murdered when she was just a child, and in the chaos that followed, she was hidden away in a realm far from the kingdom that should have been hers. To survive, she became invisible. To protect herself, she became fire.

Now, years later, the world she ran from is stirring again. And so is her magic.

Enna is powerful—but untrained, brave—but terrified, and destined—but deeply human. She knows who she is, but she doesn’t know who she’s allowed to be. Her power doesn’t come with instruction manuals or gentle guidance. It’s raw. Wild. Dangerous. And every time her emotions take over, the world trembles with her.

What I love most about writing Enna is that she’s not a polished heroine. She’s messy, conflicted, and full of fire. She wants to reclaim what was stolen from her, but she’s not sure she’s ready to be a queen. She wants to be in control—but deep down, she’s terrified of her own power.

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🔮 Fun Fact: Enna’s real name is Aurienne Solmyr, but almost no one calls her that anymore. Halfway through writing, I gave her a nickname—not just to make her name easier to work with, but because I liked the idea of her carrying a version of her name that felt smaller, more human. “Aurienne” is the royal. “Enna” is the survivor.

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In Broken Oath, Enna knows exactly who she is: the hidden heir of a fallen kingdom, the girl who was meant to wear a crown before everything was stolen from her. She remembers the night her world burned—and the years she spent in exile, waiting for a day that never came.

But knowing who you are doesn’t mean knowing what to do next.

The bond between them hums beneath every glance, every argument, every moment spent too close. Enna feels it before he does. She accepts it before he’s ready. But knowing her heart doesn’t make it any easier to reach his.

Their connection is slow and aching—built on tension, guarded truths, and the kind of longing that lingers just beneath the surface.
She’s ready to stop running. He isn’t.