When her half-sister claimed her first love, Hazel seized a different prize: Emperor Achilleon himself. The sovereign who brought an entire continent to heel knelt before her. His eyes burned only for Hazel, and he promised her everything. "Tell me what my Empress desires," he commanded softly. She could have anything—except the one man she truly wanted. That loss haunted her, even in his arms. At the hunting festival, adorned in jewels and silk, he presented his most twisted gift: her lost love, offered as prey to his magnanimity. "Wouldn't this be kinder, my wife?" Beneath his gentleness lay a darker truth. He was a husband who would grant her heart's desire, but only as fuel for his revenge. Spiraling into the consequences of her bargain, Hazel discovered one final chance to rewrite everything. But when his blue eyes found hers... "I found it," Achilleon whispered, his gaze fixed solely on her.