The night my sister was tortured to death, I hid beneath the carriage and listened to her scream for an hour.
Before she died, one man laughed and asked her:
“Does it hurt?”
Years later, at the king’s banquet, I heard my fiancé say the exact same words.
So I smiled sweetly and asked when he planned to marry me.
Everyone believed I was deeply in love with the powerful Duke of Blackthorn.
No one knew I had married him for one reason only:
Revenge.
