KELILAH'S POV
"Sleep with me."
The words cut through the freezing air like a blade.
For a moment, I thought I had misheard him. Surely, the cold must have affected my ears. I needed to see a physician. Yes, that had to be it—because there was no way my husband, the so-called King Korvus, had just uttered something so outrageous.
But then his voice came again, unwavering and firm.
"Do you agree with my conditions, my queen?"
His eyes, dark and unreadable, never left me. He was enjoying this—my suffering, my helplessness.
I blinked, trying to process the sheer audacity of his words. My body was trembling, not just from the cold but from the sheer indignation rising within me. My marriage to Korvus had been forced upon me, and now, even when I was at my lowest, he wanted to make a game
