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Chapter 1

SAPHRA’S POV I woke up screaming again. My hands were shaking violently as sweat ran through my face. I was panting heavily. It was the same nightmare. It had always been the same one. One where I would see my father with horror in his eyes. I could see the blade going through his chest. The sound he had made as he took his last breath still echoed in my ears. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to push it away. Of course it never worked. “Saphra, stop,” I screamed to myself, panting and wiping my forehead with the back of my hand. The room was damp and it smelled of old wood. I turned to look at the tiny window with a cracked frame. And just then, I saw the first light. Another day had dawned. It was another day to roam about this town. Another place I didn’t belong. The mattress on the floor was thin. So thin that it felt like I slept on the bare floor. I looked down at my clothes that were too big and patched in places. I tugged a faded tunic on and tied my trousers with a

Chapter 2

SAPHRA’S POV Sweat ran down my face. There was noise everywhere and the kitchen was so hot and smelled like burned meat. I stayed in a corner, trying not to get in anyone’s way while I learned how this place ran. Fifteen people, maybe more, moved around like they’d done this forever. Unlike me, who literally had no idea what exactly was going on, except that food was being prepared, these lots knew exactly what was going on. A large woman with flour on her hands marched over to me. “You are the new girl?” she asked. “Yes.” “Can you cook?” “A little.” She looked me up and down and sighed. “Of course. Another useless one.” She pointed to a pile of vegetables by the sink. “Chop those. Don’t cut yourself. I won’t tolerate blood in the stew.” “Got it.” I picked up a knife. It wasn’t as sharp as the one in my boot, but it would do. There were some other maidens working beside me, gossiping. As I chopped, I listened. “The Alpha’s holding a meeting with the council tonig

Chapter 3

SAPHRA’S POV My heart hammered so loud I thought it might burst. Their grip on my arm was so hard. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” I said, fighting to pull free. “I was just doing my job.” “Shut up,” one of them snapped. Workers stopped and stared as we passed. Some looked at me with pity. Others glanced away fast, like they didn’t want to be near me. It felt like forever as we kept walking down the hallways, until we reached huge doors. The guards knocked twice. “Enter.” That was his voice. As cold as ice. They opened the door and dragged me in. When they had come close to his throne where he sat, they shoved me before him. I stumbled and nearly fell. The room was huge. It has high ceilings and gigantic sculptures. I kept my face to the floor. I came here for the sole purpose of ending this very man but now, he was about to end me and finish what he started all those years ago The guards bowed. “My lord, we found this girl sneaking around your chambers,” one sai

Chapter 4

LUCIEN’S POV I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It had been three days since the guards dragged that girl into the council room. Three days since I’d looked into her eyes and felt something I’d never felt before. I sat at my desk and stared at the reports spread out in front of me. But the words seemed blurry. I struggled to make sense of them. I couldn’t even focus. I pressed a hand to my temples. This can’t be happening to me . “My lord?” I looked up. Marcus stood in the doorway, bowing slightly. “What is it?” “The reports from the eastern borders are ready. Shall I bring them now or later?” “Later. I need a moment.” He nodded and left quietly. I leaned back on the stool I sat on, staring up at the ceiling. I should’ve killed her. That’s what logic demanded. She’d been caught near my private chambers. That alone was treason. A clear reason for execution. But I didn’t. I’d spared her life. Why? I stood and walked to the window. I looked down at the grounds that

Chapter 5

SAPHRA'S POV I wake with my heart already racing, as if it knew before my mind did that something was wrong.The first thing I do is roll out of bed and go for the door.I don’t even hesitate.My fingers wrap around the handle and twist.It opens.For one wild, dizzying second hope explodes in my chest. It's too easy and simple. I step into the corridor, bare feet touching cold stone, breath shallow, and senses sharp. The palace hallway stretches in both directions, lit by tall windows that pour pale morning light across the floor. I take one step forward.Two spears slam down in front of me.Metal crosses in an X so close I nearly run into it.I jerk back, heart pounding, and finally look up.Two guards stand there, perfectly still. Identical armour. Identical blank expressions. As if they aren’t even men but statues brought to life.“Why am i being restricted?” I ask, confused. “You don’t have the right to block me.”Neither of them blinks.“Can i leave?” My voice rises, cracking w

Chapter 6

SAPHRA'S POV I don’t know why my hands are shaking.The tray is not heavy. It’s only porcelain dishes, silverware, a steaming pot of tea, and a bowl of cut fruit arranged with almost insulting delicacy. Yet as I carry it through Lucien’s private corridor, every step feels like I am walking into a battlefield with no armour.The palace is too quiet.No servants whispering. There are no courtiers laughing behind silk sleeves. Just the echo of my own footsteps against polished stone and the soft rattle of cups as I try to keep them from betraying me.Two guards stand outside Lucien’s chambers. They don’t question me. They don’t even look surprised to see me.They simply step aside and open the doors.No announcement.No warning.Just an open path into the lion’s den, into a place i did not want to be in.The doors swing inward, revealing a vast chamber dominated by a massive desk. Territorial maps are spread across it, weighted down by carved stones and daggers. Borders are marked in in

Chapter 7

SAPHRA'S POV The next day dawns with my mind already in ruins.I wake tangled in sheets that feel soft and clean, my thoughts nowhere near the present. Every time I close my eyes, I see Lucien’s library filled with the towering shelves, the massacre reports, my father’s name bleeding red across parchment. Strategic notes written by hands that decided who lived and who died.I press my palms to my eyes, breathing hard.Hatred should be simple.But nothing about Lucien is.A knock breaks through my thoughts.“Saphra.”Marcus’s voice.I straighten, schooling my face before opening the door. Marcus stands there, hands folded behind his back, expression carefully neutral.“Lord Lucien requests your presence,” he says. “There is a council session this morning. He wants you to attend.”My stomach tightens. “Attend how?”Marcus hesitates. “Stand behind the throne.”So not a guest.A display.I nod anyway. Refusal is not an option in this palace.The council chamber is vast and cold, carved f

Chapter 8

SAPHRA'S POV Lucien pushes off the doorframe and moves towards me.The movement is unhurried and deliberate, and it sends a sharp jolt through my chest. He advances into the war room, boots silent against stone, every step measured like he already knows exactly how this will end.I don’t wait for him to reach me.I back up until the edge of the map table digs into my spine, hard wood pressing through fabric. The conquest maps crinkle beneath my palms as I brace myself, the black X on my homeland staring up at me.He closes the distance.Too fast.Lucien plants both hands on the table, one on either side of me, caging me in completely. The sound of his palms hitting wood echoes in the chamber, final and possessive. There is nowhere for me to go. His body blocks my escape, his presence overwhelming, heat radiating off him in waves.My breath stutters.He leans down.Not enough to touch. Just enough that his face is close to mine, close enough that I can see the faint scar along his jaw

Chapter 9

SAPHRA'S POV The black X won’t leave my mind.It burns there, branded behind my eyes, stamped over every thought no matter how hard I try to smother it. I see it when I blink. I see it when I breathe. My homeland reduced to a single, merciless mark on Lucien’s conquest map.Anger coils tighter with every heartbeat. It sharpens when I remember Lucien standing over me in the war room, offering me his version of the massacre as if truth were a gift he could dole out at his convenience. As if my eyes had lied to me. As if the ink, the bodies, the names— including my father’s were illusions I simply misunderstood.I pace my chamber like a caged animal, fingers digging into my palms.He thinks he can control the story.He thinks he can control me.My mind tries treacherously to replay another image. Lucien kneeling in that modest home, placing a pouch of gold into a widow’s shaking hands. His head bowed before children who should have been his enemies. For a heartbeat, doubt stirs.I crush

Chapter 10

SAPHRA'S POV Lucien’s hand shoots up.Steel clamps around my wrist before I can even gasp. His eyes snap open, fully awake and fully alert, no haze of the Sleeping herbs, no sluggish confusion. Just sharp, lethal awareness.Too late.He twists hard.Pain explodes up my arm as my balance shatters. The world lurches, and I crash onto the bed, breath tearing from my lungs. Before I can recover, before I can scream or strike or think, he moves.One fluid motion.He flips me beneath him.The mattress dips violently under his weight as he pins me down, both my wrists wrenched above my head in one crushing grip. My fingers loosen in shock, and the knife slips free, clattering to the stone floor with a sound that might as well be thunder.No.I thrash instinctively, panic detonating in my chest. I kick, twist, and arch every survival instinct screaming at once, but it’s useless. He is immovable. A wall of muscle and heat and restrained fury pressing me into the bed.His weight pins my hips.

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