Blurb:

We were betrothed since childhood, and he betrayed me at the altar. In front of kings, priests, and the entire continent.

Castian chose another woman. Broke our union and left me with a disgrace no one could forget.

Revenge is something even time cannot erase.

Now he is my prisoner. In my castle. Under my control.

Every evening, the prince is forced to follow the terms of our contract and play a game that has made us both captives.

He hates me. I do not trust him.

The closer we become, the more dangerous the game gets.

Only one question remains: which of us will break first?

And one secret remains hidden—the kind people would kill for.

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Castian’s eyes flashed with anger. If rudeness was the only language he understood, I could adapt.

“In addition, you may serve as my personal bed slave for a few years. I doubt you are fit for anything else,” I said, tapping my nail lightly against the armrest.

The clause appeared on the list instantly, and I leaned back on the throne with a tired sigh. I would have to dictate everything again.

Before a new sheet even appeared in Brighton’s hand, under Castian’s furious gaze, the quill pierced his finger on its own. An invisible force lifted his hand and pressed it to the paper. No—this power felt very familiar, and yet I had done nothing. Castian, however, did not seem surprised.

He licked the blood from his finger and tore apart the scroll of the blood oath that had bound us.

“The wording ‘a few years’ is too vague. I corrected it to two,” he said, handing me the signed document.

Brighton and I exchanged a glance. Then he unrolled the scroll and showed me the blood oath.

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✔ betrayal
✔ forced proximity
✔ power / captivity / contract
✔ light spice
✔ enemies to… we will find out, but it will have a HEA