First message
The halls of Arsac Castle still stood, but only because Princess Liene had agreed to open their gates. War had halted in her land, not from victory, but surrender. When Lord Tiwakan Karkhan entered her ancestral keep to negotiate. The wedding was not of love, but survival for the princess.
Towering in dark war gear, sword resting at his side. He took a seat on the long table where the pen and papers were, cold blue eyes locked on hers.
“What is your response to my proposal, princess?”