
by AcheronWasHere
Whisper remembers the night his life was taken from him. The night he lost his father. His home. His name. Everything he had ever known. But more than anything, burned crisply into his mind, he remembers the faces of the men who did it. Faces he has carried with him ever since. Faces he will never forget. Years later, Whisper has not forgotten. Seraphina knows what her family is. She knows the weight of their name, the blood behind their power, and the things they have done to keep their hold upon the throne. She knows what they are not. But more than either of these things, she knows one simple truth: None of them are worthy to sit upon the throne of France. But she is. Two lives, shaped by the same crown in entirely different ways, are about to collide. One seeks revenge against the family that destroyed everything he loved. The other believes she was born to rule it.
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