Ten years ago, she pulled a dying boy from the flames and stitched him back together with her own hands. She left before he ever saw her face. He survived. And swore on his blood — that he would find her and make her his queen.
He never forgot.
She never looked back.
Until a wolf chase drove her into a hunting lodge, where a stranger lay poisoned in the dark. She saved him again without knowing. And one drug-soaked night between them left a secret she couldn't undo.
A secret she discovered after she walked into the Royal Palace — and recognized his scar.
He is the Crown Prince. The boy she stitched back together is now the most powerful man in Britain. And she is carrying his child — while another woman wears a fake brand on her wrist, claiming to be the girl he has been searching for.
He knows the voice. He knows the hands. He knows the suture pattern on his own chest.
But she refuses to speak. Because a commoner who beds a prince doesn't get a crown. She gets erased.
The sword she left him still carries the proof. And some wounds remember exactly who healed them.
Would he believe her — or the woman who already has his court's approval?
