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Synopsis:

Have you ever wanted to escape? To be the one thing that everyone told you could never be?

All my life I've wanted to escape this place.

The nature of the Seelie court is one I was meant to be born to, but its everything I'm not.

The darkness around me threatens to pull me under when I was so close to everything I ever wanted, and now I have to sacrifice everything. Marry the man I hate to save the one I love.

Being a Princess of the Seelie Court isn't everything its cracked up to be. Especially when Cade Vasara is involved.

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There are so many people in here. Royals and social climbers of the Winter Court, I try to see into the

edge of the room, cast in shadows, but the light surrounding me blinds me from it. The applause

continues as I make my way onto the stage, in front of the table where the Vasara’s sit, with Cade to the

left of his father who is just an older, slightly greying version of Cade, and Rowan to the right by his

mother. I curtsy as tradition dictates and hold my submissive position until I am released by King Earon’s

words.

“Emilia Daarke. What a long time it has been! Maybe this time when you leave here, it will not be in

bloody circumstances,” his cruel smile takes up half of his face and I hear the laughter and spattering of

applause from his audience behind me. I look to Lanora, whose face is unreadable. Cade sits stoically as

if his father has said nothing, but I see Rowan wince slightly from the corner of my eye. I will not be

baited, because that it exactly what they want.

“King Earon, it has been a long time. I’m glad the years have been kinder to me than it seems they’ve

been to you,” I say sweetly, my insult obvious but I know these people, I grew up with them. Trading

insults is nothing more than a game to them. He pauses, and a hush descends across the room, before

his laughter belts out, the sound bouncing across the room and I breathe a little easier knowing I’ve

started well, and I’m not bleeding yet. Insulting the winter fae is dangerous game. Sometimes they

laugh, other times, they’ll kill you where you stand. Blood sport is nothing unusual to them.

Cade stands and circles me, blatantly taking in my form in the corseted dress, which hugs and

accentuates every curve I have, trying to demean me without words. I stand and take it, being treated

like a piece of meat, as is expected.