It is said that the Neverseen King comes in search of a new bride every hundred years. I thought it was only legend—until he came for me.

I am one of twelve assassins forced to compete for the hand of our unseen king, who I’m beginning to doubt is even human at all.

Why he needs a bride, much less one who wields a blade, isn’t any of my business. All I’m trying to do is get out of here with my life and my heart intact. I don’t want to care about the mysteries I begin uncovering about the king, about why he never shows his face, about his palace that turns into a nightmare after dusk. I’m just trying to escape. But apparently, my choice is to win this competition or die.

I’m not dying.

And I’m definitely not falling in love with the Neverseen King.