로그인I found my fiancé at a brothel on the night of our engagement. The lie shattered — Prince's bride-to-be — and I finally saw what I was to them. To my father, to the prince: less than a whore. Become Adrian's mistress. Beg for his scraps. That was the only future my father would allow. So I chose his uncle instead. Kieran, the Regent Prince — cursed, crippled, and the most powerful man in the kingdom. They said he was cruel and cold. But he was the only person alive who outranked the man I was running from. My only way out. My only shield. There was only one catch — his heart.
더 보기ElowenI forgot to breathe.He was already moving. The silver on his coat caught the light, and every button was polished, and the military coat sat on his shoulders as though it had been made for exactly this entrance.The wheelchair crossed the length of the hall with a smooth, unhurried pace, and the crowd parted without being told. Guards straightened. Ladies pressed their hands to their chests.By the time I remembered to close my mouth, he was in front of me, close enough that I could see the silver stitching on his coat matching the silver on my gown."My bride," he said.Calm. The entire hall had been holding its breath.My face flushed. I curtsied and managed not to trip on my train. "Your Highness."The title sounded wrong. He was about to be my husband, and I'd greeted him like a stranger at court.Adrian spoke before I could correct myself. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Friendly voice. Cold eyes.Kieran adjusted his glove. Unhurried. "Dear nephew. Why woul
ElowenKieran sat in his wheelchair just outside the sitting room door. Lamplight caught his mask. The eyes behind it didn't blink."Being Adrian's spy?" His voice was light. Almost bored.The floor tilted under me. He'd heard everything. Father's voice through the thin door, every word about Adrian, about keeping my eyes open, about doing my duty. He'd heard Father's warning. He'd heard me refuse."I can explain," I said."Then explain.""I would never spy on you for Adrian." My mouth had gone dry. "I refused — you heard me refuse. I have nothing to do with him, and I never will."Kieran said nothing. He sat still, one hand resting on the armrest, and watched me the way he'd watched Clarissa before sentencing her to confinement. Unhurried. Already decided."Then why?" he said. "Why do you want to marry a cripple?"The word landed wrong. Not because it was cruel. Because he said it like a fact he'd stopped arguing with a long time ago.I crouched beside his wheelchair. The stone floor
ElowenMy heart dropped, but I kept my face still."Kieran sends his regards," I said. "He had urgent business with the council this afternoon."Chloe smiled. "Urgent business. On the day his in-laws arrive.""There are border dispatches that needed his attention." The lie came out too smooth, too rehearsed. I could hear it."And dinner?" Rosalind's voice was cool. "Will he join us for dinner, at least?""Of course," I said. I didn't know if it was true.Chloe glanced at Rosalind. Something passed between them, quick and satisfied, a shared confirmation of what they'd already suspected."Oh," Chloe said, drawing the syllable out. She turned to Rosalind with a little shrug. "Well. I'm sure he's very busy."Rosalind straightened her shoulders. The flush in her cheeks faded. Her expression settled back into its familiar shape: chin up, mouth flat, eyes cool."Indeed," Rosalind said. She smoothed her skirt. She did not look at me again.They had their faces back. The palace, the guards, t
ElowenEvery instinct told me to do what I'd always done. Lower my eyes. Press my lips together. Wait for Clarissa to grow bored and walk away. Three years of Father's lessons had drilled it into my bones: never rise to provocation, never let them see the words went deeper than skin.But Clarissa kept talking. And somewhere between cripple and can't even leave his own chair, the image rose unbidden: Kieran's scarred shoulders through steam. The ridge of bone below his knee where it had healed wrong. His hand reaching for the cloth, not to dry himself but to cover the scars.He was not what they called him."Prince Kieran fought for this kingdom." My voice came out thin. I could hear it shaking. "He nearly died for it. How dare you speak about him like that?"The corridor went quiet. Clarissa's smile dropped. Her two girls glanced at each other. For a single, suspended moment, nobody moved.Then Clarissa's face twisted."What did you say to me?" Her voice dropped, not louder, but harde






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