“That’s where you’re wrong, Silver,” The coldness in his voice shrank the gravity of the room when those pair of onyx eyes pinned her raw. “I don't fuck like a gentleman. I also don't fuck like a beast or monster,” He strides forward, trapping her body against his. “I fuck like the Devil in your nightmares and you’ll scream like I am your God.”

This is a story of a whore and a Lord.
Ravenna Vale, disguised as Hannah Maere, has both stained reputation as a whore and a thief. She builds a relationship in two villages with different identities— one for survival and the other for a must. She must struggle to protect her brother, Alaric Vale, who had an ability the world would kill to possess. A weapon. A vessel.

Rumors had spread from the castle walls to every village in the kingdom that Hell dropped seven deadly sins— seven scarred Lords. The ones chasing Alaric Vale’s night and causing strange torments for Ravenna. 

Ravenna Vale, or rather, Hannah Maere’s life, went lopsided after an encounter with unorthodox existences, one she considered to be monsters. They called it a dream, but all for her very worse. That unfriendly croak always seemed to remind her she was a pawn.
Ravenna was used as a trade in replacement of Second Princess Olenna of Vladoryn, as the Lady to Lord Black Crowhurst, one of the whispered sins. But who knew the one she was traded for, was the one of the monsters she strumbled upon?                                                                    

The life of her brother was at stake and the scars of her secret in refusal. But the real tragedy wasn't just a secret. It was the truth. But what could that be?
She wasn't just a human. She was something else trapped under the claws of a sin named Pride.

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It was one thing to learn control and another to feel the weight of its significance. The clangor of noises was intense, the kind radiating a treacherous vibe, and Ravenna knew it was already too late to return her words.


Half of the courtroom demanded her execution while the rest remained silent. One of them included Lady Myriah Devrin, who rather smirked behind her veil with an unfathomable expression and Lord Thorold seated quietly on his seat, merely watching.


A few others did too, but Ravenna was daunted to look.


She had always questioned her bravery and sometimes, Madame Ruby often reminded her of how far her mouth can go awry. And during those times, Ravenna could swear it didn't feel like her.


Perhaps the magic had another strange effect influencing the path of her thought and the movement of her lips. The drowsiness remained, yet she fought to keep her head together.


Chapter 29 - The force of terror