The Tyrant Behind The Veil

Synopsis

The King, Edwin Lennox, treated me like I was disposable, sending me, a mute, as a political pawn to marry into Swisey. I heard the King of Swisey was a perverted old man over fifty. With tears in my eyes, I drank the poison, ready to end my life. But before I could take my last breath, the door was kicked open. "Who told you to drink that?" the young man snapped. I lifted my head, still dazed, and locked eyes with him. His gaze was deep and intense. My veil was already lying on the floor, though I had no idea when it had slipped off. He wasn't some old King at all. He was a dangerously gorgeous man. He snatched the poisoned wine from my hand and hurled it to the floor, shattering it into pieces. "Want to die? Not so fast." It hit me. This whole marriage thing was his scheme from the very start.