He needed a puppet who could stand in for the woman he loved. She needed a powerful patron she could rely on.
He was domineering and arrogant, a bewitching king who stood between good and evil.
She was stubborn and proud, a beautiful, enchanting sprite.
What would happen between them when the substitute gradually became more important, and the truth they’d taken for granted began to warp? Would they help each other for mutual gain? Would they hate and destroy each other? Or would their pretense become real, letting love show them a way out of the maze of hatred?
