Villard Sian already decided her fate was death. From being thrown into the Hcriz prison at a very young age, Villard has known nothing but the hot, humid, bare cave cell that she reluctantly accepted was going to be her grave. But when the tides take a turn for the worst and she's evicted abruptly, and thrown into the chaotic feud between the elves and werewolf species as a substitute bride for a peace treaty to the savage werewolf king, Nyx Nion, Villard was sure her fate was now worse than death, or at least, that's what she thought Nyx Nion was, until he became her means to an end. Nyx Nion had no expectations of the snake skinned Elf King when he proposed a peace treaty between the two lands. He was against even the notion of it because Nyx hated Elves with every fibre of his being but the war had taken a toll on his people and as a king, he had to do what was right. But when the Elf King threw his daughter into his arms, he was thrown for a whirlwind. Because what elf looked so starved for blood that their eyes were covered in red? Especially one who was pampered from birth?