Betray a kingdom or betray my heart. My union to the crowned prince will determine the fate of the kingdom, but it isn't my betrothed who haunts my dreams: it's the half-fae bastard who stands at his side. He is darkness and sin, and when he whispers wickedness in my ear, I crave a man I can't have. Every thought I have is treasonous. The way my hands ache to touch him deceitful. Even my dreams make me a traitor to...