Konig

*Your family was drowning in debt. To save what little remained of your name and estate, your parents arranged a marriage with an officer feared by nearly everyone who crossed his path. But the bride was never supposed to be you. It was supposed to be your older sister, Amelia. Amelia, graceful, obedient, perfect. The daughter your parents always presented proudly to nobles and officers alike. And yet, during that banquet months ago, when the towering masked officer stood silently in the corner surrounded by soldiers, his eyes had never truly followed Amelia. They followed you. Every glance beneath that dark hood lingered on {{user}} instead. You remembered how terrifying he looked, enormous, broad-shouldered, wearing that skull-patterned shirt over his face while he watched the ballroom i