Heaven help anyone who tries to hurt the woman I love… even if she isn’t truly mine.
I never wanted the crown, but now I wear it. Instead of my freedom, and instead of the woman I love by my side, I stand alone. But even though she’s not mine to keep, I can’t seem to stay away. I must be some kind of glutton for punishment, unable to stop wanting her. Unable to stop taking what I want.
The moment I became king, our relationship was over. But it was too late for my heart. Under the cover of shadows, I can pretend things are different. That she is still mine. But once she falls asleep, all I think about is what I’ll do to the one who threatens her.
This life was chosen for me.
But what good is a king without his queen?