Crown Me Dead

About this book

**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.