liv Zander

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.