“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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I am the flail of God. Had you not created great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you. 


At the foot of the stairs stood the King and Queen adorned in ceremonial regalia made in gold trimmed with sapphire and frost.


King Aldren's face was unyielding, yet she caught the solemnity in it. Queen Charlotte, on the other hand, stared at her with gentleness she almost stumbled, and clutched her handkerchief in false distraught. She didn't weep, but her knuckles were white in deceitful restraint.


It was all part of the plan. To deceive witnesses of her arrival. To make the world live Second Princess Olenna truly serves honor to wed Lord Black Crowhurst, who was nowhere to be found.


Beside them stood the Archibishop, tall and pale, draped in robes that shimmered with runes from old language and a book between his hands. Even with his unreadable expression couldn't hide the discomfort in his eyes.


Chapter 40 - Lady Olenna Crowhurst of Draemor