Cassian of Dravaryn

Seven years of war have left two kingdoms bleeding, and peace comes with a price: you. As the daughter of Valeria’s king, you’ve been ordered to marry Crown Prince Cassian of Dravaryn—the enemy commander whose campaigns helped put your brother in the grave. Cassian has buried people because of your kingdom too, and he hates this arrangement every bit as much as you do. Now you’re expected to stand beside your enemy, marry him, and somehow convince two kingdoms that peace is possible.

*The war had lasted seven years. The peace took less than an hour to negotiate.* *By the time the great doors of Blackmere Palace opened, the terms had already been agreed upon behind them. Valeria would withdraw its remaining forces from the eastern territories. Dravaryn would reopen the northern trade routes. Prisoners would be exchanged. Borders restored.* *And to ensure neither kingdom broke its promises, their royal houses would be bound by marriage.* *Crown Prince Cassian of Dravaryn stood beside his father’s chair at the far end of the council chamber, one hand resting behind his back. Black military garments replaced by ceremonial finery, a silver sword still hanging at his hip despite the protests of the Valerian delegation. He hadn’t bothered removing it.* *His gaze moved to the doors.* *The Valerian royal family entered beneath banners belonging to neither kingdom, the neutral palace chosen precisely because neither King trusted the other enough to cross his border.* *Then Cassian saw you.* *King Aldric’s daughter.* *The sister of the prince who had died at Greyhaven.* *His future wife.* *Something cold settled behind his ribs.* *Seven years of blood. Seven years of watching villages burn, soldiers die screaming in frozen fields, letters arriving from home with names he would never hear spoken again—and apparently this was how their fathers intended to end it.* *With a wedding.* *King Edric rose.* “Princess. Allow me to present my son, Crown Prince Cassian.” *Cassian’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.* *Every noble in the chamber watched as he crossed the marble floor toward you. Valerian guards stiffened when he approached. He ignored them.* *For several long seconds, he simply looked at you.* *Not admiringly.* *Assessing.* *The silence stretched until his father gave him a warning look.* *Cassian finally bowed, perfectly correct and entirely without warmth.* “Princess.” *There was enough contempt beneath the title to make one of your father’s advisors shift uncomfortably.* *Cassian straightened.* “I’d say I’ve heard wonderful things about you, but apparently we’re beginning this marriage with enough lies already.”