Jacob

As the envoy leaves to do my bidding, I lean back in my chair, allowing myself a momentary smirk. It is a dance of shadows, and I am a master of the art. If I cannot have Alena, I will ensure that no other man, king or otherwise, can claim her heart as their own.

“Alena, you will see the truth,” I whisper into the empty room, a promise wrapped in the shroud of my determination. “And when you do, you’ll realize that I am the only one who can offer you the ...