Angol
Stolen away to Bluebeard's lair and all I got was this severed head.
I had already resigned myself to an unwanted marriage when he swept in and took me as his bride. I hadn't resigned myself to violence or an early death. That's a bit much to ask of a person.
But I'm not the kind of girl to just give up. Not even if it means facing all the horrors of his mad Fae world head on. I refuse to give in, go crazy, or be killed by one of his rivals.
I also refuse to fall in love with him. Not even if he keeps surprising me with depths I didn't expect. After all, he's had fifteen wives before me and it's not a case of "the more the merrier."
I have a crafty husband, a severed head that gives surprisingly good advice, and the common sense my mother gave me. Together, they'll just have to be enough to conquer this Fae realm.
Especially now that I've found out that the fate of this world is connected to the fate of my own. Failure in one will mean the desolation of the other.
