She refrained from making eye contact, simply standing there as he played with her body as if she were a lifeless doll. The altercation between her and Grace that morning had reached his ears, fueling his anger at how easily Visenya would allow another woman to take her place. For a brief moment, he
-Thirteen Years Ago-"Your beautiful hair... gone... in one snip! I can't stand that boy!" Sarai fumed, her anger fueling each decisive cut of Visenya's remaining strands, desperately trying to make it more presentable."It's just hair, mother. It will grow back," Visenya replied, her voice weighed
This feeling of isolation weighed heavily on Visenya, leaving her with a sense of desolation and abandonment. "Please, Delilah... don't leave me. I need you."Finally, Delilah emerged from the shadows, bringing with her a wave of tranquility and security that washed over Visenya's weary soul. The co
Visenya sat on the palace steps, diligently scrubbing the dirt from Lucian's boots. A gentle breeze caressed her face, while the sun painted the sky in a stunning shade of blue. Once her task was complete, she knew she was expected to return to his chambers. And she knew all too well what awaited he
Visenya swiftly bolted past Lucian towards the distressed man and his horse, determined to assist. With a quick motion, she reached out to snatch the reins from the man's hands, who was just seconds away from being flung into the air. Despite his initial reluctance, she assertively took control of t
Without hesitation, she replied, her response quick and submissive. "You, Master.""In a crowded room, surrounded by individuals of higher rank, who is the one you answer to?" He inquired, his dominance palpable.Once again, her answer was resolute. "You, Master.""If someone above your rank speaks
"My mate..." Delilah whispered against Lucian's ear.Her hands glided over Lucian's broad shoulders, tracing the contours of his muscular chest. With a swift movement, she tore open his shirt, revealing his distinctive marking. As her fingers delicately traced the intricate patterns, each touch igni
-Ten Years Earlier-It had been one week since Visenya's father carried out that devastating suicide mission—seven long, heart-rending days of grieving. Visenya had spent that time alone in her bedchamber, crying her aching heart out. She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, just merely existing as she tri