I think itās important that you know this about me, that you understand this: Iām not sorry.
Iād do it again.
After my husband died eight years ago, I made vengeance my only purpose, my religion, my destiny. But to get to my enemy, I had to make myself like him. He had a kingdom of secrets? Then I would make an empire. He had blood on his hands? Then I would bathe in it.
But Tristan and Isolde changed everything. I hadnāt counted on wanting them, needing them; I hadnāt counted on how it felt to watch the two of them fall in love. Iād thought I had everything under controlāIād thought I was safe from my own long-dead heart. Iād never imagined that the wronged husband, the jealous king from my childhood fairy tales, would be played by none other than me.
It no longer matters what I used to believe. My enemy is ready to finish the game, and for the first time in eight years, I have pieces on the board I canāt afford to lose. Iāll burn the entire world to keep Tristan and Isolde safe, Iāll scorch the earthābut as any good assassin will tell you, fire will only get a man so far, because thereās always something left in the ashes. And for the three of us, itās the cold, bitter bones of the truth: their story begins and ends with me.
I think itās important that you know this about me, that you understand this: Iām not sorry.
Iād do it again.
After my husband died eight years ago, I made vengeance my only purpose, my religion, my destiny. But to get to my enemy, I had to make myself like him. He had a kingdom of secrets? Then I would make an empire. He had blood on his hands? Then I would bathe in it.
But Tristan and Isolde changed everything. I hadnāt counted on wanting them, needing them; I hadnāt counted on how it felt to watch the two of them fall in love. Iād thought I had everything under controlāIād thought I was safe from my own long-dead heart. Iād never imagined that the wronged husband, the jealous king from my childhood fairy tales, would be played by none other than me.
It no longer matters what I used to believe. My enemy is ready to finish the game, and for the first time in eight years, I have pieces on the board I canāt afford to lose. Iāll burn the entire world to keep Tristan and Isolde safe, Iāll scorch the earthābut as any good assassin will tell you, fire will only get a man so far, because thereās always something left in the ashes. And for the three of us, itās the cold, bitter bones of the truth: their story begins and ends with me.