For her mother's sins were her only inheritance.
Each night was more tantalizing than the last, but none could compare to the night after the ceremony. Blaire could only catch a nip of sleep, her subconscious dwelled on what her mind refused to acknowledge: that sooner rather than later, the King will resign from the shadows and claim what he wrongly believes is his;
Her innocence.
Tossing and turning, her entire body was upset. Her skin felt to be depleting and relinquishing body heat. Her heart tottered, each staggering beat mirrored both her fears and pain. Blood sluiced through her veins at high pressure, her whole body shuddered each time she thought of what was to come.
In the oddest fashion, she had gotten married to the "myth" she had disregarded for almost
