They think I’m a wicked duchess who turns lords’ heads. A mysterious beauty wearing a black mask—steeping herself in men’s indecently greedy looks.
Well… I have two pieces of news for them. First: they’re wrong. I’m much worse than they think, and I’m hunting not their suitors and husbands, but bigger fish—the very king himself. And second: I’m not even a duchess at all…
So who am I?
Only the night knows. And when it comes, I go hunting again—unable to resist my thirst.
But I don’t even realize that the hunt is already being conducted for me…