Valerius’s POVThe silk slid through my fingers and pooled at her feet.And the face that looked back at me was not the face I had chosen.I stood there, frozen, my hand still raised from where I had pulled the veil away. The hall had gone utterly silent, every breath held, every eye fixed on the woman kneeling before me.But I was not seeing the hall. I was not seeing the court. I was seeing her.Dark hair. Not blonde. Dark as a raven's wing, dark as the space between stars. Pale skin, translucent almost, the skin of someone who had spent too long in shadow. Cold blue eyes that stared up at me with something that was not fear. Something that was not submission. Something that was the exact opposite of everything a woman kneeling before her Alpha King should feel.Her jaw was different. Sharper. Her cheekbones sat higher. There was a small scar above her left brow, a tiny thing, barely noticeable, but I noticed it. I noticed everything.This was not Lady Elan of House Marre.This was
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