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A woman from Hull was never meant to wear a crown. And yet, today, they would place one on her head.

Verona Falkenrath has spent her life among the wild forests and untamed lands of Hull, a province scorned by the noble courts of Praylor. To them, she and her people are nothing more than barbarians. Useful for their resources but unworthy of standing among kings. When she is forced into an arranged marriage with Prince Lucian Velthorne, Verona knows what is expected of her: be silent, be obedient, and be grateful.

But Verona has never known how to kneel.

Lucian never wanted a wife, especially not one from Hull. Cold, calculating, and bred for power, he sees their union as nothing more than a political necessity. She is a means to an end, a bridge to keep Hull under Praylor’s control. But from the moment Verona enters his court, she defies him at every turn. Fierce, untamed, and impossible to ignore.

Yet behind the whispers of their unlikely marriage, something far more dangerous is brewing. A neighboring country has begun sowing rebellion in Hull’s shadows, promising freedom from Praylor’s rule. When Verona uncovers the plot, she faces an impossible choice: stay loyal to her homeland, or betray those who would see it burn.

But Lucian has his own doubts. When the rebellion reaches its peak, can he truly trust the woman he once swore was his enemy?

Bound by duty, divided by war, and drawn together by something neither of them expected, Verona and Lucian must decide. Is their marriage just another political game, or the beginning of a love that could reshape kingdoms?

To Love a Crowned Enemy

The tension had thickened like an approaching storm, a weight pressing against the very walls of the palace. Every glance held secrets, every whisper carried an unspoken threat. And I knew, without a doubt, that Montreve would not let my challenge go unanswered.

The morning after our exchange in the great hall, I found myself summoned to an audience with King Aldric. The request had been formal, yet something in the way the attendant had delivered it felt… off.

Lucian met me in the corridor just outside the King's council chamber. He was already dressed for the day in his usual dark attire, the royal crest gleaming at his shoulder. His gaze met mine, sharp and assessing. "You're prepared?"

"Of course," I murmured. "Should I be concerned?"

Lucian's jaw tightened. "My father does not summon people without reason. And you've been making waves."

I offered a small, wry smile. "Then let's hope I know how to swim."

Chapter 26