Chapter 3

Archer knew what it was like to fight for survival when the odds were stacked against you. He'd been dethroned and reinstated three times as crown prince.

As someone born to a concubine, I understood that struggle all too well. I was the one whose soul truly matched his. That painting? Myrtle must have stolen it from me.

But now, I was being sent off for a political marriage, while Myrtle stayed by his side, basking in all the glory and luxury that should have belonged to me.

Archer's eyes brimmed with tears, and the ache in his heart only…