Hunting the Heiress

Verena turned out to be the very missing princess of Marmoris, whom we had been searching for all our lives, and I let her go. The bitter aftertaste of her presence, mixed with a deep pain in my chest from her betrayal, haunted me day and night. I knew she was hiding something, but her secrets turned out to be far more treacherous than I could have imagined. Though I wished my own betrayal wasn't so bitter. Now my dreams are tainted by how her deep blue eyes looked at me in surprise when I revealed that I knew her truth. How I long for her to look at me now, as I track her down. I, along with half the rebels. If my father finds her before I do, it's unclear what he will do with her. And even though she is that very little traitor I have always thought her to be, I couldn't let him find her. But his orders were clear. The princess must be captured by the rebel army, or the gods will take her. I don't know which is worse. She is the heiress of our kingdom, the daughter of a cruel king responsible for my mother's death, and the key to victory in our struggle. I swore to my father that I would find her, the very person I wished not to find. Verena is the hunted heiress. But above all, she is mine.