PARIS’ POV
I have spent years mastering the art of subtlety, of bending people to my will without ever lifting a finger. A single whisper in the right ear, a small glance at the right moment—these are my weapons and they are sharper than any blade. And now, all of it is being threatened by her.
Carissa.
Or whatever the hell her name was.
Her name alone leaves a bitter taste on my tongue. She moves through my palace with an air of authority, as if she belongs, like she’s the f*****g Luna, as if she deserves Kaine's attention. But she doesn't. I do. And I will not stand idly by while some wide-eyed, undeserving girl steals what is mine.
Today, I put my plan into motion. The key to toppling a queen is not to strike her directly but to let the world around her crumble until she is left w
