Princess Jasmine of Deyr was born to be a bridge. Traded to Vareth to end a twenty-year war, she expects a crown, a cold husband, and a life spent choosing her kingdom over her heart. She expects a cage. She doesn’t expect Kian.Son of the enemy general. Hostage since he was eight. He should be a blade forged for revenge. Instead, he’s a gardener with dirt under his nails, poison already killing him, and a smile that makes Jasmine forget every vow she swore to Deyr. But peace is a lie written in blood.When a treaty turns to ash, a cousin with Jasmine’s eyes claims her throne, and Lina’s buried secrets burn their way out of the Archives, Jasmine and Kian do the unthinkable: they shatter the Sunstone Throne.No kings. No crowns. No cages. Just a round table. Three chairs. And a war fought with seeds instead of swords. Caelen says he’s done being the villain. He wants a seat at their table. He wants redemption. Jasmine doesn’t trust him. Kian doesn’t want him. But the poison eating Kian from the inside doesn’t care who holds his hand when he can’t breathe.Famine stalks Redwater. Lords sharpen knives and call it tradition. The Temple keeps score. And in the dead garden behind the kitchens, a single seed from a murdered queen waits beneath the frost twenty years old, possibly dead, possibly everything. To save her kingdom, Jasmine must betray her father. To save the future, Kian must plant a garden he’ll never live to see. To save them all, Caelen must choose: the crown he was promised Or the two people who should hate him. Winter is coming. The poison is winning. And Kian just coughed blood into his hand, looked at Jasmine, and whispered "Promise me you’ll plant it. Even if I’m not"….. Enemies to lovers, Found Family, A revolution in three heartbeats