What can a slave girl do when she's but a pawn in a game of kings? Sent to infiltrate the enemy kingdom as the new bride of the King of Palandyre, Cinclair has only one goal in mind: the prize is her freedom, the price is his life, and the task is m...
Eeeep I'm literally going batshit crazy that you're finally getting to read this. So you know how Pharaoh's Heart is Mine is like my baby, Never Truly Yours was like an abortion, well this is me getting pregnant again! I was ecstatic at the support PHIM had, still am, and just want you to know that it'd make my day if you enjoyed this one just as much :)
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What can a slave girl do when she's but a pawn in a game of kings?
Sent to infiltrate the enemy kingdom, Cinclair has only one goal in mind: kill the King of Palandyre and sabotage his plans while posing as his new bride. The prize is her freedom - the price is his life.
But the man she must kill ignites in her a fire she cannot quench, sends her blood racing with the first flash of his grin and the tilt of his brow, and it feels like a dagger in her gut to see him falling for a mask she wears and the lies she's spun, because one more day his passion grows means one less day that he may live. As stakes climb higher and the war drums pound louder outside castle walls, the hour of his death draws unforgivably near.
But the heart cannot kill what the heart beats for... and her heart beats for his.
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