“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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Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. 


~William Shakespeare, from Henry IV, Part 2 (1597) 


"W-what kind of pills?" Ravenna asked, eyes wide in demand that caused Princess Olenna to flinch at her tone.


Instead of deeming rude toward her reaction, "T-They call it Noctum," she answered. "To suppress one's… magic."


Princess Olenna seemed to think carefully before responding. "It depends on the kind," she said. The kind, Ravenna thought. There are kinds? "It's been able to suppress my magic for seven hours, maximum. If more than that, I lose control and will be forcefully taken down,"


"Did it only apply to your kind?" She asked, using the latter to sound respectful. Witches find it disrespectful to call them witches, for they had this sense that humans meant harm.


Chapter 39 - Liability to freedom