𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬.

Silvia Evenfires' secrets grow by the night.

Skeletons in the closet? An understatement. She has enough to fill a ballroom, and those heady, dark eyes won't stop following her footsteps.

She's presented to the Virrones at nineteen, the capitalistic monarchy that enslave millions to their hungry cause each year. Silvia is one of a thousand priestesses during the Enscribment. Her head bowed, sleeves clutched to her chest, her steps light... she is exemplary at being plain. To survive the Virrones' Enscribment is to keep out of sight.

It is not enough, however, to escape a searching eye in the upper crowd, his crown heavy upon his head and a set of golden diadems for eyes. Oren Virrone has never been one for subtlety, until now.

They are ensnared together in a way they could never imagine.

However, they might just be ensnared with an abundance of poisoned thorns...