Deneethree

Longing. I've wanted him most of my life. Since the day he saved me from drowning when I was a kid. But he's never noticed me, never given me a second thought. To him, I'm just a child. And now, he's ordered to marry me. He doesn't want me, not in his heart or in his bed. But everything is allowed in war and love, and I am ready to do whatever it takes—even lie to a man who doesn't remember his past.

I've never been a fan of murder. The mess, the smell, the whole hiding the body thing after—it always seemed like way too much work. But trust me, when you're married to Richard Morningstar, that "work" starts to feel an awful lot like "play". The man is a snake and king of the fairies. A barbarian. A war monger. A sex god. Uh, I mean a...an ex pod? Doesn't matter.