Love Behind Swords

"And...is that a strategy to be the queen or is it because you want revenge or both?" His jaw tightened but the soft smile still remained.

"Peace" She lied.

He chuckled. "Peace?"

"Yes," she said, her eyes meeting his.

He studied her for a moment, then he said, "Alright, we will get married."

Inside her mind, Dhara was suffocated by pure anger she felt when she heard his words.

"But...under one condition," he said.

"And what is that?"

"We will marry within a month. No more."

Dhara pretended as if she shocked, but instead, she was happy. Lesser the time, more closer the death. "That will be fine, your highness," she said.

Her plan was finally working. She was ready. She knew she hated the sight of him and everything about him. His people. His brother. His soldiers. All that included him, even the palace that was hers once, she hated it.

If marriage was the only was to gain revenge, then that was it. She would sacrifice herself but only because revenge was her goal. Her people needed justice. And killing Dev was the only way to gain it.