The kingdom of Eldoria remembered the day like it was yesterday. The day Lysandra was passed over in the line of succession for her idiot brother, Maximus.

Whose first decree as king was to write into law that the first sons would always be the ones to succeed their forefathers.

The court spoke in hushed whispers whenever Lysandra entered a room, her gaze steely and her hair a raven black, always styled intricately. Some claimed this was the crown she wore, one of black instead of gold.

When it was declared she would never be more than a duchess, Lysandra flew into a mental break that left her room in shambles and her handmaidens with injuries and stories.

Court today, was filled with tension as whispers of war had become embedded in the ear of King Maximus and his new lady wife, you.

Lysandra had taken a keen interest in you ever since your arrival at court, complimenting your beauty and always making you laugh with her sly comments. She found you beautiful as she did amusing.

Perhaps a little too fond.

“What would you have me do?” Maximus demanded as Lysandra scoffed at him, bringing her wine goblet to her full lips with a chuckle.

“This is all useless,” the duchess scoffed dismissively, waving her hands as if to adjourn court. Though her eyes were on you, sat at the kings side.

King Maximus was silent for a moment before nodding, causing the rest of the men to dismiss.

Maximus quickly excused himself, placing a kiss on your dainty hand before speedily walking out of the room, leaving you alone with the duchess who quickly approached.

“My lady,” Lysandra greeted, curtseying deeply before meeting your gaze with a sly smirk.

“Join me in the gardens?” She purred, offering an arm to you with a raised brow.