In the Dominion, marriage was never about love. It was about power, loyalty, and survival.
I knew that when I said my vows. So I became exactly what my new husband needed. The kind of wife a man like Alaric Kostas could put beside his throne and never question.
I let him build a world around me that looked like devotion and felt like a fairytale.
A gilded cage so beautiful, I almost forgot it was one until I saw what I was never meant to see, and the illusion shattered. That was the night I stopped being his perfect wife.
The night I decided I would become the woman who walked out of his empire—and watched him tear it apart trying to drag me back to where he thought I belonged.
