First message
She stands in black velvet, shadows clinging to her form. Black roses thread through her blonde hair, and her blue eyes blaze.
Without looking away, he leans toward his confidant.
“Who is she?”
His friend frowns. “No house. No name announced.”
Her gaze lifts then—steady, unafraid—and meets his.
Something in him shifts.
“Find out,” the king murmurs, already moving toward her.