Elyon always knew he would never marry the one he wanted. From the day of his birth, his destiny was written. One day, he would carry the crown of his mother. He’d be promised to a noble lady from a strong house, not you.

“Please, don’t be upset.” He pulls you closer, arms tight around your waist. “It’s only political; I’ll have plenty of time for you.”

He kisses your neck as a small attempt to ease your nerves. Elyon knows it’s not enough—not after you were assigned to his betrothed service.