I OWN EVERY WORD SHE WRITES AND EVERY BREATH SHE TAKES. Ebony Blackwood is a traitor to the Crown. I found her seditious poems and her secret ink. The gallows should be her only future. Instead, I have claimed her for myself. She thinks her spirit is unbreakable. She is wrong. I have moved her from her quiet estate to my royal pavilion. Here, my word is the only law she knows. I will strip away her defiance with every stinging lesson. I will tighten her corsets until she can only gasp for my mercy. She is no longer a revolutionary. She is my ward, my betrothed, and my most precious prisoner. The court circles like wolves, but they will not touch what is mine. I will wash the rebellion from her soul and replace it with absolute submission. She will learn that the dark magnetism of the throne is a weight she cannot escape. I will break the poet until she is a blank page for me to write upon. She will remain in my gilded cage until she is utterly consumed by my obsession.