“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 devil himself is right at home, and wearing a minister's cloak.


~Increase Mather, 17th-century Puritan minister during the Salem witch trials


With a resigned shudder, Ravenna's eyes fluttered in a dreamy wave, but her apprehension was far greater.


She could still feel the lingering effect of something ominous in the air, preventing fatigue from monopolizing her consciousness. 


After much thinking, Ravenna decided to take a stroll hoping the reprieve would take her mind off the coming night. The weather was lively as well, sun peeking high and bright through the thick clouds as she made her way out of the room and meandered through the exquisite and silent gardens, mentally marking paths and clever places for hiding if it ever got to that point of escape.


Chapter 42 - Lady Olenna Crowhurst of Draemor III