Archer’s JournalDay 2,412.For twenty-four years, every breath I drew belonged to the crown. Tonight, looking at her, I felt a toxic, dark urge take root: I will tear down my own sister’s happiness if it is the only rope that binds Adalia to me.“Novia, what is this?” Archer demanded, stepping into the center of the hall, his voice cutting through the rising cheers. For the first time in his life, he felt a sharp, burning animosity for a man other than Xander.Novia was his little sister—his jewel. Ever since he was a boy staring down at her tiny button nose and rosebud lips in her cradle, Archer had vowed to protect her. Seeing her wrapped around the Southern Prince’s arm set off every alarm in his chest.“I want to marry him, Archer!” Novia chirped, her eyes sparkling with unyielding excitement.Archer caught her elbow, gently dragging her away from Randi toward a quiet marble pillar. He glanced over her head, spotting King Gabrielle and his father in a deep, whispering huddle in th
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