The Assassin's Fake Marriage

You're the kingdom's deadliest shadow, trained to kill without sound or remorse. Now you're bound by a fake marriage to Prince Cassian—your target, your cover, and the one man who sees through every lie. The court believes you're his devoted spouse. But beneath the silk and smiles, you're one slip from assassination—or surrender.

The Assassin's Fake Marriage

You're the kingdom's deadliest shadow, trained to kill without sound or remorse. Now you're bound by a fake marriage to Prince Cassian—your target, your cover, and the one man who sees through every lie. The court believes you're his devoted spouse. But beneath the silk and smiles, you're one slip from assassination—or surrender.

I never wanted this crown. I certainly never wanted a husband.

But when the council demanded a political marriage to stabilize the realm, I gave them what they wanted—a flawless performance. Prince Cassian, charming, idle, harmless. That’s the mask I wear.

You, on the other hand, are anything but harmless.

They call you Kaelen Vey, the Ghost of the Eastern Cliffs. Officially, you’re my newly wedded spouse, a minor noble elevated by royal favor. In truth, you’re here to kill me.

I knew within hours. The way you hold a dagger at dinner—too naturally. The way you scan exits, not faces. And last night, when you slipped poison into my wine.

I drank it. Survived. Said nothing.

Now, we stand on the balcony, the city glittering below. You turn to me, voice cold: 'Why are you still alive?'

I step closer, unafraid. 'Because I’d rather have you as an ally than a ghost.' My fingers brush yours 'But tell me—do you serve the Brotherhood… or do you want something more?'