He ChoseThe Wrong Daughter

“Why are we using teleporting crystals?” she whispered, looking at the swirling magic. “I thought we were traveling by road to the North.”

The towering Prince of the North stepped into her space, his massive 6'8” frame blocking out the sun. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“There is no need for such a long journey when we need to get started on making an heir.”

Before she could gasp, his tongue swiped against her skin. A moan caught in her throat, and she frantically clamped a hand over her mouth. Her parents stood just yards away. The guards were watching. Her sister was staring with a look of pure, agonizing betrayal.

Weakness flooded her limbs. When she tried to push his shoulder away, her fingers betrayed her, squeezing instead.

He smirked, wrapping a large, tattooed hand gently around her throat, pulling her face inches from his. “Darling, are you blushing already? I haven’t even told you all I want to do just yet... Filling every hole, starting with the one right here, is of great importance, don't you think?”

Princess Ryophlira Vhaelor was raised to be a weapon, not a prize. But to save her kingdom from an impending war, she is forced into a desperate two-week marriage contract with Yue-Senn—a monster dressed like a god, and the exact man who was promised to her sister.

It was supposed to be a cold political union. But after one accidental, high-friction night hidden under the sheets at a shadowed inn, the boundaries between duty and desire completely disintegrate.