Ivan’s brows tightened and he scoffed. He wished his mother would reveal her true intentions. Maybe he’ll not despise her this much. He despised it so, despised the false image she gave – a mother who refused evil and gave up her throne so her son could live. This was her image. But it was false. It was her ambition. The world was her theatre and she the main lead in the play.

Ivan and the woman he’s to marry would become prey in the palm of her hands.

“Are you satisfied, mother? You’ve managed to keep my limbs, my hands, and feet all tied down. Are you musing in...