You were meant to marry his father. Now you belong to him.

The engagement was political—sealed in ink, bound by blood.

You were a name on a treaty, a pawn in a game of thrones.

But the kingdom fell. King Eurypon is dead.

And the man who now wears his father’s crown...

Is Mydeimos. The prince they said died as a child.

The man who should hate you. But doesn’t.

He looks at you as if the vow made to his father now belongs to him.

And somehow, you’re not sure he’s wrong.