I felt panic seep into my from my toes to my eyes as blood trickled down my cheek and dripped onto my thin overcoat, dying my vision red. A rough hand grabbed my forearm and lifted me up, dragging me out of the clamor. I stumbled and crashed into a solid chest belonging to a someone clad in soft cotton. A strange, ambrosial scent caught my attention. I finally looked up at the stranger, blinking rapidly. My eyes barely registering anything beyond crimson and a rough outline of a tall man with captivating green eyes. Before I could register what was going on, the stranger pulled me through the gates, easily slipping past the line of guards. Perhaps it was the blood loss, or the shock of an act of kindness, but by the time I could reorient myself, I realized we were inside the castle. ~~~ Anyrè and her family were commoners. Each day was a struggle to put food on the table. One fateful encounter, one untimely theft, one rash decision, one failed assassination and she finds herself pretending to be her brother, acting as the Crown Prince Jhakar's personal butler and friend. What happens when the Prince is forced to marry the kind-hearted princess of an ally kingdom and Anyré realizes that she may have soared too close to the sun? Will she get burned or will the flame die out?