In a world where marriages are contractual bindings, Celia's fate takes a turn. Once destined for a prosperous match, she faces unexpected loss and a union with a scarred and embittered man. As their lives intertwine, Celia discovers a realm beyond her wildest imagination, with witches, fairies, and more. Initially adamant against love, she finds herself questioning everything in a tale of "Scars and Secrets Unveiled." Will she rewrite her destiny?
From the corner of her eyes, Sirrah saw Marcus entering the main hall. He looked… happy and ethereal. Blue leather spilled out of the edges of his eyes like it was meant to be. There was a glow around his body. It was as if a God was walking amongst them. She had never seen him like this, and she was mesmerized. He was wearing black trousers, a black tunic and vambraces. He walked with confidence, but a silly smile played on his lips.
As soon as Alrakis saw him, a smile came across his lips too. The father and son embraced each other. Alrakis clapped his son's back and asked, "How was your night in the cave?"
"Fruitful," Marcus replied as his smile turned into a grin. He didn't acknowledge Sirrah's presence.
Sirrah didn't understand. What did he mean by fruitful? Did he mate with someone? She shook her head. It couldn't be. After all, the king was a libertine. He must have been enjoying sex with a number of women out there.