Wicked Union

They told me this wedding was a privilege. Dressed me in silk and powdered my hair like it was my right, but I knew the truth.

I was being locked into a cage with golden bars.

Chaos erupted at the ceremony as Evander Duvain appeared at the church doors.

He didn't look at me like property. He looked at me like he'd rip the stars from the sky to set me free.

They thought they could bind me to their crumbling throne like another jewel in their crown.

But Evander doesn't take what isn't freely given.

And I'm not a woman who can be bought.

He is power.

I am fury-

and our wicked union will see the monarchy fall.