We were star-crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet from two warring families.
And like Romeo, I destroyed our love when I killed someone near and dear to her heart.
Now, it’s been seven years, and I’ve risen to power with no queen to share my throne.
Against her will, she’s promised to me because it is her family whose empire needs protection.
She hates me.
She hates who I was and who I have become.
She also hates that my touch still thrills her to the core.
Before I make her my bride, she will remember that she was once my Juliet and I, her Romeo.
This time, we will live happily ever after.
Even if it kills us.
