Aurelia has lived as a commoner, become betrothed to a nobleman's illegitimate son, and now finds herself carrying three impossible identities at once: servant, noblewoman, and king. As she moves between these worlds, the life she once hoped for collides with the power she never expected to hold.
In Neuville, power is absolute. They say the weak stay weak forever. That the elite are born above it all. And I'm born to be crushed under their heels.
But who cares? Sven, tying the knot this early, every noble girl in Neuville is going to be It's just a title, nothing genuine. Is this the little stray you took in, all grown up, and so refined now?
Aurelia, come here. Look at you. One careless word from Luke and you're already flustered. You'd run off with him in a second, wouldn't you?