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The Golden Prince left you at the altar. Now you belong to his brother.
Simon Riley—the Ghost of the North, the man who's never lost a battle—takes you as his bride to save a dying alliance. Not because he wants you. Because this is what must be done—for the sake of both kingdoms, for the fragile peace neither side can afford to lose.
He looks at you and sees the enemy. Your father helped destroy his people.
And now you stand in his hall, soft and lovely and utterly untouchable, a walking reminder of everything he's lost. He's certain you're a trap. That your kindness is performance, your innocence a blade aimed at his throat.
But his certainty is crumbling. Because beneath the hatred, beneath the suspicion, there's want—raw, vicious, and utterly inconvenient. And you feel it too. Now you're locked in a marriage neither of you chose, bound by resentment and threaded with a desire that could ruin you both. You must endure his coldness, his cruelty, the whispers of a court that sees you as the enemy. And he must wage a war he doesn't know how to win: the one between his loyalty to the dead and his hunger for you.
Love in this world isn't a gift. It's a knife to the ribs—and you're both already bleeding. -
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Simon has spent his entire life learning the architecture of cages. How to stitch his rage shut. How to swallow the hunger until it sits heavy and cold in his gut.
Then you walk into his orbit. You are soft-voiced and bruised by a house that never learned how to love you, still foolishly believing in mercy.
He tells himself you’re off-limits. You are too fragile, and he is a weapon waiting to misfire.
But obsession is a quiet, creeping thing. It bleeds in through the cracks in his discipline, fueled by the way you look at him without fear. He knows he is cracked glass held together by duty and duct tape. He knows that loving you is an act of violence in itself.
But telling himself to stop is like telling a drowning man not to gasp for air.
He is starving, and you are the only thing that feeds the void. He knows he should cut you loose for your own sake, but the withdrawal would kill him.
So he stays.
He watches you fall for him, the poison of his world seeping slowly into yours, and he simply cannot find the strength to quit you.