I remember the night Lord Sharou came to my paternal home. I was a shell of the bubbly girl my family knew. My broken heart, the humiliation. Haness was forcefully bound to Kasia since he took her innocence and I had to smile and act like it was nothing to preserve the family image.
Father could not look me in the eye, not because he despised me. He had failed me and we both knew it.
The suitors that came after my broken engagement were threatened or disappeared halfway through any introduction.
I became trapped. I drowned in anger and bitterness, constantly badgered by my father, who wanted me to forgive my sister. The goal was to have one of us married to the heir of the future regime, so that was enough for him.
When Sharou called for me, I imagined a long discussion about becomi
