𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘰 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘠𝘰𝘶.

When survival tastes sweeter than truth, how long before the lie devours you whole?

In a palace lined with secrets and silk, the High Consort smiles with poison on her lips and a demon at her back.

Whispers follow her like perfume-how she rose from nothing, how she stole the King's eye, how something not quite human walks the halls at night. No one knows the price she paid to survive the court. No one dares to ask why her mirror never fogs... or why her blood smells sweet.

He watches her from the dark-her protector, her curse, her only escape. But his time in the mortal world is running out. And she owes him more than just her loyalty.

Power demands sacrifice. And some debts must be paid in flesh.

Because love, like lies, always comes with a price.