The General Begs After The Fire

Synopsis

The fire in my chambers raged through the night. I stood at the entrance, watching the flames turn the sky a deep, blood-red. The maids and servants ran about, crying and trying desperately to put out the fire, but I stayed motionless, like a clay statue whose soul had long since departed. It'd been eight years. I'd been the Queen of the Ashford Kingdom for eight years, revered as the mother of the nation, graceful and virtuous, praised by all. Yet my husband, King Edward Schmidt, never spent a night with me. Even in death, I was still a virgin. How absurd. On our wedding night, he lifted my veil, glanced at me, and said calmly, "Rest early, Queen. Behave yourself, and this position will always be yours." Then he turned and left, heading straight to Isabelle Wade's chambers. After that night, he never came to me again. He didn't love me. His heart belonged to Lady Isabelle, his childhood friend and lifelong companion. Everyone in the palace knew that truth. And I, the Queen, was nothing but a pawn, a tool for him to gain favor with my father and secure his throne. But few people knew that I didn't love him, either. I loved William Grant.