CHAPTER 1
They’ve never found the body of the first and only boy who broke my heart.
And they never will.
I buried Hektor Galanis in a hole so deep, even the devils of the earth couldn’t reach him.
My dream was of him, of the day he told me it had been fun but he was done. Some other girl had caught his fancy. I don’t even remember her name. At the time, all I could think of was the fact that I’d given everything to Hektor: my first kiss, my love, my body.
And when I told him I loved him, all he had to say was “Thanks, but I think it’s time we moved on.”
He had other things to say, too. When I sank my knife into his chest, words came spilling out of him almost as fast as the blood.
He couldn’t make sense of it. I couldn’t, either. I barely remembered grabbing the knife Father had given to me for my fifteenth birthday, three months previous, with its jeweled handle and silver sheen, but I do remember that Hektor’s blood matched the inlaid rubies.
I also remember what finally helped my head catch up with my pounding heart: the last word out of Hektor’s lips.
Alessandra.
His last word was my name. His last thought was of me.
I won.
That knowledge settles within me now just as it did three years ago. That sense of rightness, of peace.
I lift my arms into the air, stretching like a cat, before rolling over in bed.
A pair of brown eyes is only inches from my own.
“Devils, Myron, why are you staring at me?” I ask.
He presses a kiss to my bare shoulder. “Because you’re beautiful.” Myron lies on his side, his head propped up on a closed fist. My bedsheets cover him from the waist down. It’s a wonder he fits in my bed, he’s so tall. Floppy curls sprawl across his forehead, and he flicks back his head to clear his vision. The scent of sandalwood and sweat wafts over me.
With a hand, I keep the sheets held up over my chest as I rise to a sitting position. “Last night was fun, but you should go. I have much to do today.”
Myron stares at my chest, and I roll my eyes.
“Perhaps again later?” I ask.
He looks up at me, before his eyes flit meaningfully to my chest once more.
No, wait. Not my chest. To the hand holding the sheets in place and the extra weight I now feel there.
There’s a diamond on my finger. It’s beautiful, cut in an egg shape and buried in gold. It winks in the morning light as I tilt my hand from side to side. The ring is by far the most expensive trinket he’s ever given me.
“Alessandra Stathos, I love you. Will you marry me?”
Laughter fills the room, and Myron flinches at it. I quickly place my free hand over my lips.
“What are you thinking?” I say a moment later. “Of course not.” I stare down at the gorgeous ring once more. With this gift, Myron has outlived his usefulness. For some reason, my lovers cease to give me expensive presents once I turn down their proposals.
Alas.
“But we’re so happy together,” he says. “I will cherish you every day. Give you everything you deserve. I will treat you like a princess.”
If only he knew I have my sights set a bit higher than that. “It’s a very kind offer, but I’m not ready to settle down just yet.”
“But—I’ve shared your bed,” he splutters.
Yes, he and three other boys this month.
“And now it’s time for you to leave it.” I move to rise from the bed when the door to my chambers bursts open.
Myron freezes with his hand outstretched toward me, and my father, Sergios Stathos, Lord Masis, looks down at what he can see of our naked bodies.
“Leave,” he bites out in a deathly quiet voice. My father is shorter than my five and a half feet, but he’s built like a bull with a thick neck, wide shoulders, and keen eyes that pierce to the soul.
Myron tries to take the sheets with him, but I’ve got them firmly clamped around myself. When he fails to wrest them from me, he reaches down to grab his pants.
“Leave now,” Father specifies.
“But—”
“Listen or I will have you whipped!”
Myron stands. Barely. He hunches as though he can hide his tall frame. He makes it halfway to the door before turning. “My ring?”
“Surely you want me to keep it? So I can remember our time together?”
Myron’s face twists. He has one foot pointed toward the door and the other toward me.
Father growls.
Myron takes off at a run, nearly tripping over my father’s boots as he bolts over the threshold. Once he’s gone, Father turns to me.
“You make it difficult for me to find you a suitable match when you’re caught with a new bedfellow every night.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Father. That was Myron’s fifth stay.”
“Alessandra! You must stop this. It is time for you to grow up. To settle down.”
“Has Chrysantha found a husband, then?” Father knows very well the law forbids me to marry until my older sister does. There is an order to things.
Father treads over to the bed. “The Shadow King has dismissed a number of single women from the palace, Chrysantha among them. I’d hoped your sister would catch his eye, rare beauty that she is.”
Oh, yes. Chrysantha is a rare beauty. And she’s as dumb as a rock.
“But it was not to be,” Father concludes.
“Myron’s free,” I offer.
Father levels a glare at me. “She will not wed Myron. Chrysantha will be a duchess. I’ve already made arrangements with the Duke of Pholios. He’s an aging man who wants a pretty girl on his arm. It’s done. That means it’s your turn.”
Finally.
“You’ve suddenly taken an interest in my future, have you?” I ask, just to be difficult.
“I’ve always had your best interests in mind.”
A complete untruth. The only time Father bothers to think of me is when he catches me doing something he thinks I shouldn’t. Chrysantha has been his focus my entire life.
Father continues, “I’m going to approach the Earl of Oricos to discuss the match of you and his son, who will inherit one day. Soon, I should think, given Aterxes’s ailing health. That should make you happy.”
“It doesn’t.”
“You’re certainly not going to remain my problem forever.”
“So touching, Father, but I’ve got my sights set on another man.”
“And just whom would that be?”
Copyright © 2020 by Tricia Levenseller
