He Forged a Pardon for My Mother's Killer,So I got divorced.

The night before my wedding, my closest friend, Bianca Conti, ran my mother down in the street and left her dead on the cobblestones.

My husband-to-be didn't call for her blood. Instead, he let the word go out that the union between our Families was sealed, the pact already blessed.

I dragged Bianca before the only justice our world knows. I tore the wedding apart, screaming for her life to answer for my mother's. And all I became was a story the soldiers laughed about over cards.