The Reborn Saintess's Revenge
The Southlands priest once prophesied that the Duke of Winslet's house would produce a Saintess who could command every beast alive.
I'd hidden the golden serpent mark on my wrist since childhood, but my cousin, Rose Winslet, flaunted a poisonous snake coiled around hers every day.
When the marriage decree came, she got exactly what she wanted: the Crown Prince.
I was given to the Seventh Prince instead, a man with two ruined legs whom the entire court despised.
For six years after that, I trained hawks to carry messages and drove wolves through enemy lines, and it was my hands that put him on the throne.
The day he was crowned, I told him, overjoyed, that I was the true beast-commandin