Some people fall in love like feathers dancing in the breeze. Others plummet.

I’ve known my husband’s name since I was twelve years old: Chike Nagi, Crown Prince of Ebele. On our wedding day, as he led me in a dance throughout the untamed wilds, I wondered, “Is this what falling in love feels like?” Or was it just the savannah heat?

As a diplomat, I am accustomed to navigating different social spheres, but love is another beast altogether. I have been taught that love isn’t as important as power. But when his hand touches mine, I feel strong.

We couldn’t have known how rapidly our whole world was about to change.