Mistress of Winter
Chapter One
Ossamyr's father called her a queen the day she left home.
She could still see the frightened little man kneeling before her in the vast foyer of his new home. His wispy hair hung limp over sunken cheeks still pallid from his long imprisonment. The emaciated man wore the blue, feathered cloak she'd just bought for him. It made him look like a very expensive scarecrow.
"Thank you, my daughter," he'd whispered to her feet. "You bring honor to us all."
His words were sincere, but the depth of his bow could not hide the look of relief—and pity—in his eyes.
That was Ossamyr's wedding day, the day she had sold herself into royalty. She'd done it to save her family, to save that shadow of a man from the Wet Cells. She'd lied, seduced, betrayed, and murdered her way into the bed of a man she despised. And when she reached that bed, she had put on a performance the likes of which the king had never seen.
Ossamyr closed her eyes against her memories, plagued by a past she couldn't seem to escape. She stood at the heart of the most beloved city i ... read full excerpt from Mistress of Winter ebook
