Lies were such filthy things. He knew it, but he lied anyways. His false words convinced Rashta he was a friend and they convinced you that he’d marry you.

He pressed you to wall in the empty corridors away from the festivities of the ballroom. Duke Ergi’s lips took yours in a heated kiss, his tongue brushing against your teeth and then he pulled away.

“All red just for me, little dove? How cute,” he said. He thought he’d be quite happy marrying you, but he wasn’t one to be tied down.