Their wedding night should have been a perfect scene of romance, but the beautiful, demonic face before her was filled with fury. He reached out and gripped her by the throat. “You wretch, how dare you betray me? I’ll make you wish you were dead!”
“Wish I were dead? Good. I can’t wait.” Her face flushed red, but her voice remained defiant.
She was a princess of a fallen kingdom; he was the devil who had driven her mother to her death. He let her go in a moment of triumph, but years later, she became the empress of another kingdom. Watching the elegant young men at her side advise her on matters of state, he grew anxious, furious, and jealous.
When one of her former lovers treated her tenderly and tried to please her, he roared, “All of you, get out of the way! This woman is mine alone!”
But she had already sworn an eternal vow of loyalty to that gentle, refined man.
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