“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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The only thing older than the blood in this realm is the lies used to protect it."


~Maester Bryald, Writings of the Silent Court (4th Age)


The court went still as no one breathed but the next second, there were gasps. Real ones.


Absolutely nothing could make her panic the way she did. Could make her forget her facade, shatter it like ice broken by an axe, and blow it into the cold wind.


Just like that, the court shifted from laughter to shock, curiosity, and a few, dread, but Ravenna could no longer feel any emotion apart from emptiness.


And then came fear. It hit so hard that her shoulders used to support her weight slurred, and she didn't bother to stop herself from the shock electrifying her like lightning.


King Aldren climbed the last step of the dais, his robe pursuing after him as he whacked it dramatically, slumping in his chair like a man upholstered in velvet and wine. 


Chapter 32 - One leaked, another exposed