Part I

"Tomorrow when the Scarlet Guard attempts to take the square, they will be met with destruction. They will be betrayed by their own; by the Silver they did not trust from the beginning."

The queen brought her son's face up to hers, noticing with scorn the single scalding tear trailing down his cheek. Maven lowered his eyes, wet lashes brushing against his cheek.

"The Red-devil you love will meet her death by your hand. And you can do nothing but watch."

What if the Maven that Mare loved never betrayed her?

What if it wasn't all a lie?