Every young woman dreams of marrying a king.
Two girls were chosen from m.
I was supposed to be safe.
Not me.
According to the ridiculous treaty, two human girls are sent to the faelands as brides for the fearsome fae king and his devilish younger brother.
All my life I knew I\'d come of age during the Hundred Year Reaping.
Because the king I am to wed has razor sharp fangs and a thirst for blood.
Everyone except for me.
Every young woman dreams of marrying a king