"You insult me, and dishonor yourself." Amalia glared at her new husband. She had only ever wanted one thing: to marry Alexid, her King and the love of her young life. Instead, rebellion swept her land, and she was married off to his best friend, the Duke of Alamannia. But she had been born to be a queen, and no one-no one, especially this man who had given her sanctuary-would find her anything but grateful. She had never wanted to be this man's duchess, but he would not find her wanting. She would die before she let that happen. She would die.