THE PROLOGUE!!!!! Enjoy 🙂
A familiar sweat covered my body.
My head throbbed, limbs quaked, heart pounded. There was only a single reason my body acted that way. It meant one thing and one thing only.
While my mind reeled from what I’d just seen, the contents of my stomach found themselves all over my floor.
Another woman dead.
A corpse in white―wedding white.
He’d decorated her face with her blood, carefully―meticulously―painting her cheeks and lips with a delicate touch before turning his cold, dead stare on my mind’s eye.
“You cannot escape me, my love,” he’d told me, running his nose along the bride’s jaw―fearsome eyes still pinned on me. I wretched again. “You will be mine, and mine alone. I will have you or no one will.”
His message had been painfully clear: join him or die.
Alone, in the darkness of my room, I exhaled a fuck-my-life sigh, acknowledging out loud, if only to myself, what I’d long feared. My reprieve was gone. My normal life interrupted. My crazed courtier returned.