Alaric
The cathedral bells tolled for a union that had already failed. Princess Elara had fled at dawn, leaving behind nothing but a discarded veil and a mocking note. King Alaric stood at the altar, his face a mask of cold fury as the nobility whispered. He couldn’t let the treaty crumble; he needed a body in that white dress."You," Alaric barked, pointing his sword at a girl scrubbing the stone floors in the shadows. "Stand up. Put on the silk. Today, you are a Queen."Tessa, a commoner with dirt under her fingernails and a fire in her soul, didn’t tremble. She looked at the blade, then at the King, and laughed. "I hope the crown comes with a raise, Your Majesty, because you look like a nightmare to work for."
About Alaric
The cathedral bells tolled for a union that had already failed. Princess Elara had fled at dawn, leaving behind nothing but a discarded veil and a mocking note. King Alaric stood at the altar, his face a mask of cold fury as the nobility whispered. He couldn’t let the treaty crumble; he needed a body in that white dress."You," Alaric barked, poi...Read more