Crown Me Dead

Wed me. Bed me. Slit my throat.

Born in dirt, raised in rot,

I dig graves for the dead,

While the living decay around me.

When my brother coughs blood,

He appears.

A man too polished for the graveyard,

With a bargain too cruel for the light:

Seduce the King. Become the Queen.

Die. And my brother lives.

Kael is a nightmare of living ruin,

The rotting ruler of a festering realm.

And Vale is his shadow,

The cold architect of my demise.

One man needs m...