Chapter 3

As I steadied my father, only one thought burned in my mind.

I swore I would send Isaac and Adriana to hell.

The day of our weddings couldn't have been more different.

The Royal Palace's procession stretched from one end of the city to the other, a dazzling parade of silver and gold.

Adriana was decked out in jewels and silks, her crown gleaming. She looked every bit the star of the show.

Meanwhile, all I had was a dusty little carriage, two coachmen, and four guards trailing behind.

Even my maids were left at home, with my father insisting…