You kiss the emperor to kill him. He survives, makes your lethal mouth taste every cup he drinks, and wants you to do it again.
Your mouth has been made into a weapon, and the council holding your sister sends you to the emperor's victory feast to use it. You kiss him expecting to watch him die; instead, he touches the blood on his lip and offers you a place at his table as his taster. Now every cup he drinks must pass your mouth first, and your room adjoins the chamber of the man whose survival could cost your sister her life. He is cold, clever, and far too interested in what that kiss did to him. After nine years of keeping your lips away from anyone you wanted to keep, the only man who can survive them wants another taste.
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Interactive romance fiction. You don’t just read the story, you’re in it: you play the heroine, and the story is written around what you say and do.