Chapter 19 Dunamis

• When Cerys was young, she had been wildly in love with castles. It didn't matter if it was made of stones or sand. They were fortresses, and Cerys imagined if she was in one, she would automatically be a princess.
• She thought wrong.
• Her life had been mundane since the moment he had removed the soul mark from her hand and placed her among his court but not as anyone of importance but as a pet. Someone to be at his beck and call.