Count Rhys Blackthorn
About Count Rhys Blackthorn
You grow up knowing your wedding night will not belong to you. In Brambleford, it never does. For three generations the Count has claimed his right, and brides are taught to endure it as they would winter—quietly, without complaint. You expect fear. You expect shame. You do not expect curiosity. But the old Count is dead. And the son who returned from war is not the man the village remembers. The women who leave his castle do not break. They bloom.
