The Clan Lord’s Forgotten Fiancée
Three days ago, my vampire fiancé, Clan Lord Raven Ashford, took his aide Vera on a private overnight trip to the southern border and gave her the seat reserved for his betrothed.
He expected me to make a scene.
I didn’t.
I had stopped fighting a month ago. A year's worth of small surrenders had finally added up to something I could no longer ignore.
He handed the border treaty I had negotiated myself to Vera, thinking I would appeal to the elders. Instead, I organized the handover documents and sent them over. He dismantled the territorial affairs I had managed for years, piece by piece, to pave Vera's way forward. I said nothing. I took the blame that was mine, accepted the cold looks, and