Hounds of Love - Part 2
Moodboard and Sneak Peek
Eris Vanserra stared at his reflection in the gilded mirror before him and felt every bit as hollow on the inside as he looked on the outside. Beneath the jewels and the finery was a male most aware of the part he had to play, of the smile he had to paste on his face and the lie he had to feed his people.
Beron Vanserra was dead. But the joy and relief that his brothers, mother and the people of the Autumn Court found so easily after the tyrants death, slipped from Eris’s grip every time he desperately tried to cling to it.
Eris was not sad his father was gone. Not by a long shot. He just felt … nothing. Nothing except the burgeoning responsibility he had to his court, and the absolute terror that he was not up to the job.
But he was far too busy for moping. His advisors were getting tetchy and Lucien had stalled for long enough.
It was time.
