Heartstrings Duet

Wed me. Bed me. Slit my throat. Born in dirt, raised in rot, I dig graves for the dead, while the living decay around me. When my brother coughs blood, he appears. A man too polished for the graveyard, with a bargain too cruel for the light: Seduce the King. Become the Queen. Die. And my brother lives. Kael is a nightmare of living ruin, the rotting ruler of a festering realm. And Vale is his shadow, the cold architect of my demise. One man needs my heart to beat. The other plans to stop it forever. They think I'm a pawn. But I'm the gravedigger's daughter. And I know exactly where to bury them. Welcome to the funeral.

Wed him. Bed him. Slit his throat. I killed the king. Crowned myself in his blood, but the curse still festers. To break it, I need Death, on his knees, a ring on his finger. My blade at his throat. The god fights me to the grave, evades my touch, mocks my wanting. He would rather tear himself apart than let me close enough to end this. But I didn't come this far to lose. I came to crown him mine. Welcome to your wedding, my love.