LOGINI died with my husband's betrayal on my lips and my unborn child in my womb. One moment I was Mia Weston — billionaire, wife, mother-to-be. The next, I was gone. Erased. Traded like a chess piece by the man who swore to love me forever. Then I woke up. Silk sheets. Marble walls. A maid calling me "My Lady." And a father I had never met looking me dead in the eyes saying — "You have been promised to King Zyren of the Draconis Throne. You leave at sunrise." I thought I was dreaming. I was wrong. King Zyren is not a man. He is ancient, ruthless, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only dangerous things are. He doesn't smile. He doesn't explain. He simply looks at me like I am something he has been waiting for — and that look alone makes my whole body tremble. He calls me his traded bride. I call him my nightmare. But nightmares don't look at you like you are the only breathable air in a burning room. Nightmares don't press you against cold stone walls and whisper "You will learn your place, little human" with a voice so deep it rewrites your bones. And nightmares definitely don't make you forget — even for one dangerous, breathless second — the man who killed you. I was sold to settle a debt. He had waited centuries for exactly me. Neither of us was prepared for what came next.
View MoreShe still had not walked straight by the time she reached the corridor.Which was irritating. Mia Weston had walked out of board meetings where men twice her age tried to dismantle everything she had built, walked out steady and composed, heels clicking, not a single crack showing. She had held together through her husband's betrayal, through dying, through waking up in a completely different world wearing someone else's face.One man walking through her fire and saying neither do I was apparently the thing that got her."My Lady."Cecilia was waiting at the corridor junction, arms full of fresh linens, looking at Mia's face with the expression of a woman reading a book she had not been given permission to read."Not a word," Mia said."I have not said anything…""You are about to.""I was simply going to ask how training went." Cecilia fell into step beside her, completely innocent. "Your hair smells like smoke.""Training went fine.""Mm." A pause. "Is the courtyard still standing?"
She was still thinking about the chair.About him sitting in it all night, still dressed, walls completely down, those ember eyes on her face the moment she opened hers, like he had been watching her sleep and had zero intention of pretending otherwise. About the way he said where was I supposed to go, like it was the simplest answer in the world. About Cecilia's voice through the door, bright with victory, breakfast is ready whenever you choose to emerge.She was still thinking about all of it when a knock came at her door barely an hour after breakfast, before she had even finished her coffee.She opened it.Zyren stood in the corridor, already dressed for the training yard, no jacket, sleeves rolled to the elbow, looking like a man who had decided something before the sun finished rising."Training," he said.“No greetings?""Not necessary… the heartstone is waking. The longer we wait the less control you have over what it does next." He looked at her coffee. "Bring that if you nee
The wedding wine of Draconis was nothing like anything Mia had ever tasted in either of her lives… dark red, almost black, poured from bottles so old the glass had gone cloudy, tasting of crushed berries and woodsmoke, with something underneath both that loosened every carefully held knot in her shoulders before she had even finished the first glass. Warmth spread through her chest like a slow tide with nowhere to rush.She had three glasses before she thought to count, four before she stopped counting entirely.The great hall was transformed tonight. Every torch replaced with flames that burned violet and gold, white flowers cascading from the rafters in long dramatic sweeps, the whole court dressed in their finest for a wedding that Zyren had announced two weeks ago with the same tone he used for everything he decide… which was to simply state it and let the world arrange itself accordingly.He had not asked her, not exactly. He had come to her in the study three days after the hear
She went to him. Not because he summoned her or Cecilia suggested it. She simply found herself standing outside his study after dinner, knocking once before opening the door without waiting for permission. At this point, it felt almost normal. Zyren stood by the window with his back to her, one hand braced against the stone frame as he looked out over the dark valley below. Firelight stretched across the room behind him, warm against the night pressing at the glass. He did not turn when she entered. “I was wondering how long you would last,” he said. “I managed four whole hours after the hearing,” Mia replied as she shut the door behind her. “That feels impressive, personally.” “It does.” Only then did he look at her. “Sit down.” “You are always telling me to sit down.” “Yes, because you refuse the first instruction on principle.” His mouth shifted faintly. “Eventually you decide it was your own idea, and then you cooperate.” She rolled her eyes but sat anyway. In the chai












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