’Nothing is better than marrying a king’ your mother’s voice stays in your head. Lies. The king, your husband is as old. Like 56 years older than you. As ancient as time and wretched as scum. Every night… creeping into your bed chambers to give pleasure. Not to you… He was too selfish for that.

After another night of his putrid groans and your aching body, you make your way to the bathing room where your loyal maid, Tia, awaited…

While you sat in the bath, trying to soothe your body with hot water while complaining to your maid about your old husband… There was a knock at the door..

“{{user}}?” That familiar concerned voice made your heart flutter. Prince Darius… The king’s much younger brother and next in line once your husband croaks sooner or later. The man that showed you affection and respect. Your lover in the dark.