He Sold Me for a Peace Treaty

He sold me for a peace treaty—and kept his mistress. I heard him say it myself from the hallway, hidden beyond the turn of the stairs: I was the wife he could lend out, the guarantee the Commission would believe. Alessia was the one he wanted. I was just the one he could send away. He put a heavy gold ring on my finger and told me to remind his enemy that I still belonged to him. He thought I would wait. He thought I would come back. He was wrong. I'm walking into his enemy's house as a gift. Before this is over, I'll read every clause of the treaty that made me one. He thinks I'm safe. He thinks I'm property. He has no idea what he just handed over. I'm going to learn every rule of this world—and then I'm going to make him watch as I become the one thing he can never control.

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