Once the heir to the Vireaux Clan—a blood-soaked dynasty that ruled with fang and fire—Lenore was torn from her world as a child when the crown crushed her family's rebellion. Her banners burned. Her name was buried. Now she walks the gilded halls of the very royalty who destroyed her, collared and compliant, a silent ghost in a palace that demands her obedience. She remembers everything—the scent of her mother's blood, the crackle of burning banners, the cold weight of the collar snapping shut. But she never speaks of it. She serves without complaint, watches without judgment, and offers nothing of herself to anyone. Except, perhaps, to the youngest princess—the one who was raised in gold and gentleness, the one who asks questions no one else dares to voice. Lenore hates her. She hates her with every fiber of her being. Because that girl has everything Lenore lost. Because that girl looks at her with pity instead of fear. Because that girl makes Lenore feel something other than cold, and that is the most unforgivable sin of all.

Tags: Non-human, servant, historical, WLW, angst, vampire.