HE BROKE ME TO BUILD A QUEEN I was a kitchen maid lost in the soot and flour of Buckingham Palace. Then King Amarion Cash turned his cold, calculated gaze upon me. He did not ask for my hand. He claimed my life. He plucked me from the shadows to place a crown upon my head and a cage around my ribs. Now my world is a suffocating splendor of silk and steel. He personally oversees my transformation. He demands my corset be laced until I am a breathless statue of marble. Every inch of my body belongs to his absolute will. I am his prize, his possession, and his greatest obsession. The court is a pit of vultures waiting for me to fall. High-born traitors plot my ruin and whisper of my common blood. They want to see me cast out. They do not understand the man who holds my leash. Amarion does not follow the law. He is the law. He will burn the realm to keep me at his side. I have traded my freedom for his dark, protective intensity. My heart beats only because he allows it. I am the commoner queen lost in the ruin of his unrelenting obsession.