The crowns of Forsyth Royalty aren't built with jewels. They're forged in blood and sacrifice.They say a parent should never pick favorites, but my dck of a father, Lionel Lucia, is no Ward Cleaver. He's a Count-a King of Forsyth-and all he ever wanted was a daughter to marry off and a son to secure his legacy. My sister's marriage to the leader of the Counts would keep him in control of his house. If he'd had a son, things would have been perfect.Instead, he got me.Too wild. Too rash. Too rebel…Show more