Prince Unwilling Bride
Twenty-one years before Elira Veyne was dragged into the royal palace, the kingdom of Valtherion witnessed a night that its people would spend generations trying to forget. The moon was red. Not....
Twenty-one years before Elira Veyne was dragged into the royal palace, the kingdom of Valtherion witnessed a night that its people would spend generations trying to forget. The moon was red. Not the soft crimson of a setting sun, nor the faint pink that sometimes colored the clouds before a storm. This moon looked as though someone had plunged it into a river of blood. Across the kingdom, dogs howled at empty doorways. Horses kicked against their stable doors. Babies woke screaming from dreams they could not explain. In the royal palace, Queen Isolde Draven lay on a bed of white silk, her fingers wrapped around the wrist of a young prince.