He hates his wife—and I ended up in her body. She’s young, beautiful, and magically gifted. He is cold, harsh, and keeps one secret. She is a coin to be spent; he has no right to choice, and I didn’t sign up for any of this.
Is there room for love where the flames of hatred burn? What if, at the sight of me, his gaze freezes and his blood boils? And how can I live if he demands obedience—and I’m not the kind of person who’s used to submitting?