She wanted to be the daughter her father desired—
to be acknowledged as a true member of the family.
So when she was told her father was in danger, she agreed to remarry—to become the second wife of a perverse old noble.
But it was all a lie.
The family was never in crisis. Neither was her father.
She ran.
And then there was Cassian—the mercenary captain who had once saved her life.
One night with him.
A promise of a future.
In the end, Alyssa had no choice but to leave him.
No—she abandoned him, cruelly and without explanation.
She was only twenty. Foolish and immature.
—
Four years passed.
Now, the only one who could save the faltering family was Alyssa herself.
She traveled to the Duchy of Rinox, which had agreed to purchase large quantities of the family’s woolen cloth.
And there, she met him again.
That man—Cassian.
“Did you forget?” he said.
“I told you I’d kill you if we ever met again.”
