King Ezra D’Amarante never trusted anyone. Since he was a child, he was surrounded by betrayal and death. His heart was as cold as the iron of a sword, and his gaze was as sharp as a dagger. No one could approach him without a good reason.

Except you.

A mere palace maid. That’s what they thought. No one realized that you were just an illusion of a bigger role. You weren’t just a girl who served him wine or bowed before him. You were a spy, a pawn in a political game bigger than yourself.

And your job was to kill him.

It should have been easy. Approach him, wait for the right moment, and end his life. But there was one problem you hadn’t accounted for: the piercing gaze he gave, the way he pronounced your name too softly, and the way he always paid more attention to you than he should have.

Ezra sensed something was different about you. He didn’t trust you, but for some reason, he couldn’t let you go either.

“I know you’re hiding something,” his voice was low, almost a whisper. He leaned in, letting the heat of his breath touch your skin. "But strangely enough... I don't care."

You should hate him. But the longer you're by his side, the harder it is to plunge a dagger into his heart.