Born shrouded in the veil of the Primals, a Maiden as the Fates promised, Seraphena Mierelâs future has never been hers. Chosen before birth to uphold the desperate deal her ancestor struck to save his people, Sera must leave behind her life and offer herself to the Primal of Death as his Consort.
However, Seraâs real destiny is the most closely guarded secret in all of Lasania - sheâs not the well protected Maiden but an assassin with one mission - one target. Make the Primal of Death fall in love, become his weakness, and then...end him. If she fails, she dooms her kingdom to a slow demise at the hands of the Rot.
Sera has always known what she is. Chosen. Consort. Assassin. Weapon. A specter never fully formed yet drenched in blood. A monster. Until him. Until the Primal of Deathâs unexpected words and deeds chase away the darkness gathering inside her. And his seductive touch ignites a passion sheâs never allowed herself to feel and cannot feel for him. But Sera has never had a choice. Either way, her life is forfeit - it always has been, as she has been forever touched by Life and Death.
Why You Should Read This Book
Tropes
Trigger Warnings
A Shadow in the Ember
âI do have the authority. Over you. Over everyone here and every mortal in and outside of this realm, but that is not why I have these conditions. They are in place to help keep you safe.â
âThat is why I am called the Blessed One. No one knows how I survived that kind of birth. Love caused their deaths long before either had taken their final breaths. Before my father even met my mother. Love is a beautiful weapon, often wielded as a means to control another. It shouldnât be a weakness, but that is what it becomes. And those most innocent always pay for it. Iâve never seen anything good come from love.â
âTouch me, and I will break every bone in your hand. And then I will make sure the Princess has no reason to fear her wedding night or any night she is doomed to spend at your side.â
âAll I think about when Iâm trying to sleep or eat or am doing anything is how I was the Maiden and found unworthy by the Primal of Death.â
âFriendship? Even if I considered such a thing, I would never think of you. There is no way I could ever trust you. That I would not doubt or question every thought or action. Not when you were shaped and groomed to be whatever it is you believed I wanted. Not when you are just a vessel that would be empty if not for the ember of life you carry within you.â
âI am known as the Asher. The One who is Blessed. I am the Guardian of Souls and the Primal God of Common Men and Endings. I am Nyktos, ruler of the Shadowlands, the Primal of Death.â
âThere are many ways you can be taken out. Thousands. And Iâm well acquainted with all of them. Your options are endless. Some painless. Some quick. This way wonât be either.â
âI know one thing, liessa. A monster wouldnât care if they were one.â
âYou are sitting next to me, gloriously naked, and I am intentionally staring.â
âOne day, that mouth of yours is going to get you in the kind of trouble you wonât be able to talk your way out of.â
âMy interest in you is a very real, very potent need. Itâs almost as if itâs become its own thing. A tangible entity. I find myself thinking about it at the most inconvenient moments. I find myself recalling the taste of you on my fingers a little too frequently.â
âThat what you just did is nothing short of a blessing. Youâre a blessing, Sera. No matter what anyone says or believes, you are a blessing. You always have been. You need to know that.â
âSo, keep that in mind the next time you doubt the realness of my interest. Because I wonât have you up against a wall. I will have you on your back, under me, and neither of us will remember our fucking names. Are we clear, liessa?â
âDo you really think I wanted to do this to you? To anyone? It was the only way we believed we could save our people. It was all Iâd been taught. For my entire life. Itâs all Iâve ever known. I would say Iâm sorry, but you wouldnât believe me. I donât blame you for that, but donât you dare insinuate that what Iâve done with you was purely an act or that what Iâm feeling is fake when Iâve spent my entire godsdamn life not being allowed to want or even feel anything for myself! Not when I spent the last three years hating myself for the relief I felt when you didnât take me because it meant I didnât have to do what was expected of me.â
âI think itâs all the wicked, indecent bones in my body guiding my thoughtfulness.â
âOnce you are introduced as my Consort, only the most foolish of gods would go after your family, as they would become an extension of mine.â
âLook, it was clearâto me at leastâthat you didnât want to do what you believed you had to. That doesnât mean I agree with your actions or that Iâm not disappointed. You seemed to make himâŚAnyway, itâs not like we donât have explicit experience in carrying out terrible deeds because we believed we had no other choice.â
âMy father loved my mother more than anything in these realms. More than he should have. And still, he could not keep her safe. That is why I have these conditions. These rules as you like to call them. Itâs not about me attempting to exert authority over you or control you. Itâs about trying to do what my father failed at. Itâs about making sure you do not meet the same fate as my mother.â
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