Quintus had never made it home to claim his title as her husband. But in her heart, he had remained her betrothed— bonded in places beyond death. Beyond the grasp of her nightmares and the ears she had sent to follow his doomed march against the Imperium.
For the Hundred Houses did not bespoil...
The only sign that Zeraphine noticed the whispering fabric of shuffling silks and murmured comments behind gilded fingers, was a slight tightening at the corners of her red mouth. She was determined not to show them anything outside of the pretty mask she had prepared to dance behind— would not...
A white-haired elf at the head of a unit of pensive aristocrats, swept into the grand hall with a poise honed over decades, clad in a gown of midnight black that seemed to drink in the light. Drapes of fabric spun from spidersilk that hugged her slim waist and clung to her legs where they peeked...
To grow up under the reign of her father Uryon, was to be drilled under the mentality of a strategist, made for the war table. To never know weakness or a day at play, as any normal child would. Given tutelage under only the very best military minds her father could buy or blackmail. Zeraphine's...
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