Wed me. Bed me. Slit my throat.
Born in dirt, raised in rot, I dig graves for the dead, While the living decay around me.
When my brother coughs blood, He appears.
A man too polished for the graveyard, With a bargain too cruel for the light: Seduce the King. Become the Queen. Die. And my brother lives.
Kael is a nightmare of living ruin, The rotting ruler of a festering realm. And Vale is his shadow, The cold architect of my demise.
One man needs my heart to beat. The other plans to stop it forever.
They think I’m a pawn. But I’m the gravedigger’s daughter. And I know exactly where to bury them.
Welcome to the funeral.
