My name is Eudocia. I'm the eldest daughter of Iberia's king.
On my wedding day, my fiancé Nikephoros's coffin collided with my carriage. Byzantine envoys had returned his body—broken, and barely recognizable. They claimed he'd tried to assassinate the emperor. I knew it was a lie.
Emperor Alexios demanded I marry him instead. Agree, and he'd return five cities. Refuse, and his army would slaughter my people. My father begged me with tears in his eyes. For my people, I smiled. "I'll do it."
