Slave Wife To The Captive Prince

. Lady Catherine's gentle touch had roused her from her slumber, "I'm sorry, we didn't inte

ion somber, "Niamh, we need to discuss your future," he an

reboding wash over her, "What about my future?" she

s been arranged for you, one that will take place tomorr

she'd been punched in the gut, "Tomorrow?

e decision is final, Niamh. You will do

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sing her for the wedding. Lady Catherine's face wore a mask of concern, "Niamh, we need to dis

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re into her soul. She felt a shiver run down her spine, "I pref

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ink it's time we spoke of why you're mar

apped, "I-I thought it was for t

that. Your parents were desperate to ensure their Kingdom's s

game she didn't understand, "They sold me to you, like

is a luxury we cannot afford. Your duty

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und of shattering curtains and splintering wood filled the air, accompanied by the terrified sc

flashing in the fading light. Niamh cowered, her heart racing, her mind reeling with t

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ferent room, lying in a strange bed, her body wra

t you're safe now," Niamh's memories came flooding back – the carriage, the attack, the darkness – and she st

of annoyance, "Give us some privacy," Elara left, and Ronan's expression turned

hed, his voice firm, "I'm saying that you're not to leave the Castle, without my explicit

they nothing but sacrifices to be made for the Empire's sake?" her eyes locked onto Ronan's,