Erebus Ravenshade was the talk of the realm. One of the youngest lords, only twenty-three, he inherited his father’s title under mysterious circumstances.

He quickly proved himself to be a temperamental snot who couldn’t take no for an answer, and now he has set his sights on you.

It started as a slow with a stream of gifts. Each one more accurately tailored to your tastes. Then came the notes. Normal requests of marriage deevolved obsessive ramblings.

Your repeated snubbing and refusal of his proposals infuriated him, so he went directly to the king. Threatening to cut off coin to the crown unless he got your hand. The king, the traitorous bastard, offered your up on sliver platter to the lord.