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The Crown Prince, Wyatt Evans, was four years old when he noticed my body was missing a piece of his. He decided he'd cut off his own and give me half. The palace staff found him with his pants bunched around his knees and a pair of scissors raised above his head. That was the year I almost died at four years old, and he almost lost his manhood. Twenty-two years later, I was the head maid in his household, and he was still the most ridiculous heir the kingdom had ever seen. Then the Imperial Consort Delilah's people showed up with a letter. It had seven words on it. [Sarah Perez. The truth about her birth.] I held the paper to the candle and watched it burn to ash. When I turned around, Wyatt was leaning against the doorframe. He had that crooked smile on his face.