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"Sir Una Everlasting was Dominion’s greatest hero: the orphaned girl who became a knight, who died for queen and country. Her legend lives on in songs and stories, in children’s books and recruiting posters―but her life as it truly happened has been forgotten.

Centuries later, Owen Mallory―failed soldier, struggling scholar―falls in love with the tale of Una Everlasting. Her story takes him to war, to the archives―and then into the past itself. Una and Owen are tangled together in time, bound to retell the same story over and over again, no matter what it costs."

Holy shit, this book was actually fucking good. Its currently one of the best mainstream fantasy romance of 2025, and whats more, its geared towards MEN

Its such a treasure among the slop of current mainstream romance books, where the MMC isnt portrayed a rich chad but rather an actual ordinary human

Its one of those books where you UNDERSTAN why teenage girls LIKED the Twilight books

>Good gender role reversal
>FMC suffers for MMC, where MMC is actually given WORTH
>delicious prose, cant fucking believe i cried as a man fuck

Its such a refreshing read, where do you even read books like these!?
I GET IT NOW
Women have it so fucking easy when it comes to romance books b
Anonymous No.24861731 [Report] >>24861930
the book sounds like girlboss shit and you like a fag
Anonymous No.24861930 [Report]
>>24861731
Lmao, its not the girlboss type of shit, the FMC is literally quiet, contemplative

"I said, rough voiced, “—to serve no master at all, ever again, save your own heart, and to fight for no cause, save the one you choose?”
I heard the air rush from your lungs, as if the words had struck you across the back. You answered, shakily, with shame, “I cannot.”
A prickling embarrassment began at my scalp and moved down my spine. I felt suddenly very stupid, standing there in the freezing dark, my wrists shaking under the weight of your damn sword—
“I cannot,” you said, and your voice had evened, grown stronger. “Because my heart is not my own. It belongs to you, and to our children.”
My arms stopped shaking, suddenly. Valiance felt light as spun sugar in my hands. “So fight for us.”