I was supposed to mourn my father.
To bury the Donnelly name with him.
But grief is a luxury in Dublin.
Instead, I was bartered.
Sold like leverage to the Crowleys.
Forced to marry the man they call a king without a crown.
Ruairí Crowley.
My reluctant husband.
My ruthless captor.
He didn’t ask if I wanted peace.
He didn’t ask if I wanted him.
He simply gave me his vows—
Cold. Binding. Unbreakable.
I tried to hate him.
Tried to see the monster everyone swore he was.
But hate turns to heat in his hands.
And every night, our war is disguised as desire.
I thought I could survive him.
Outwit him. Escape him.
Then the streets ran red, and I was taken.
Dragged into the shadows by men who wanted me silenced.
He found me.
Blood on his fists. Fire in his eyes.
And that’s when I broke—
When I whispered the one secret that could ruin us both.
I’m pregnant.
His child.
His heir.
His queen… or his traitor?
