The Signatory

Ten minutes before the wedding, Damian pressed a fountain pen into my palm. "Sign it, Nora. I'll take care of the rest." So I signed. Three years later, that signature was projected onto the white wall of the Family Council chamber as irrefutable proof that I had betrayed the family. Brooklyn Harbor. Berth 41. Damian himself pressed the muzzle of a gun to the back of my neck. Camilla crouched beside me, slipped off my wedding ring, and slid it onto her own finger. "Thanks for signing, sis." The gun went off. When I opened my eyes again, I was sitting in front of a vanity mirror, the last pearl button on my wedding dress still undone. The door opened. Damian walked in smiling, the same fountain pen between his fingers. "Baby, ten minutes to go."

Oleh Stormborne Princess