Synopsis
Winter grips the North with its teeth. The Grand Duke of Phaenyx, Theo de Luache. They call him 'killer', 'Beast of War'. His name alone made people scatter. No one wanted to stand beside him. Then came a bride from some island in the south—barely worth noting on any map. Within a year, she'll be offered up to the Empire as payment. Nobody told her this. She was simply handed to Theo, the Grand Duke without mercy. Whether she lived or died for their purposes didn't trouble him. She would run. Everyone ran eventually. A year at most before she'd…
