When Arissae Genevria, the bastard-born daughter of the Duke of Arkona, reviled by all and a pariah in her own home, suddenly finds herself the object of the Crown Prince's interest after a chance encounter (which included a knife, eyes and a vial of poison), she isn't sure what to make of it. She jumps at the opportunity to get away from her family and into the open arms of Prince Kyle... but something isn't right.  "Things were fine in the beginning. Better than fine. My betrothed doted on me, treated me like the Princess I would soon be. But Kyle...He just kept on getting more and more distant. By the end, I'd known I couldn't stay any longer." I said, my quill scribbling over the parchment.  "Not because...because of what he did...but because I was meant to be more than just his Consort, his silent bride." My breathing hitched just a little, but I didn't stop writing. Didn't dare let the tears flow. "My destiny wasn't to remain. Oh, no," I chuckled, reminiscing about what I'd done to get out. At the time, it had seemed barbaric, but now... "My destiny was to reclaim what was rightfully mine." All of these characters are mine, created from my own imagination.