Some girls dream of marrying a prince, but I never imagined I’d be sold to a king.
Santino DiLustro.
The king.
The monster.
The keeper of secrets.
When he forced me to marry him, I cried for love I’d never know.
When he locked me away, I cried for the freedom I lost forever.
Every other tear I’ve shed is for my soul, because I’m falling for the devil himself.