A political marriage. A kingdom at war.
And a personal guard who teaches her to fight like a queen—
…even if trusting him might be her biggest mistake yet.
Olwyn didn’t ask to marry a vampire king. She didn’t ask to be taken from everything she knew and dropped into a palace built on secrets and shadows. And she definitely didn’t ask to be left behind when Altair vanished into war.
Now she’s stuck in unfamiliar halls with Iolas—the king’s second-in-command, full-time pain in her ass, and unfortunately... her only ally. He’s cocky, relentless, and infuriatingly good with a sword.
(Yes, that kind of sword too. Calm down.)
But as danger creeps closer and alliances fracture, Olwyn has to decide: will she stay the pawn in someone else’s game—or become the weapon no one saw coming?
And with every sparring match, every stolen glance, and every whispered warning, the lines between loyalty and something deeper start to blur.