"What will you do now, lady Briar? That woman doesn't look like just any guest of His Majesty," asked a young lady in a bright yellow dress, a faint frown tugging at her lips as she glanced toward Edith and Davion.
Briar Lorette, a blonde beauty with striking features, stood frozen—both stunned and unsettled.
Her father had always assured her she was destined to wed the king. She was his betrothed, the only woman meant to be his wife. Their engagement had been arranged years ago by her grandfather and the late king.
Briar had grown up firmly believing she would one day become queen. And when King Davion eventually laid claim to the kingdoms he had previously conquered, he would become emperor, and she would stand at his side as empress.
