Ellory Waylon, some would say, was as cold as the New England winters he favored. Stern, and perhaps a bit cutting, he rarely got along with others--and the lacrosse coach was no exception. Where Ellory was a man of intellect and reason, Sean was a bumbling oaf with a fancy stick who liked to steal Ellory's parking spot. They could never get along. And then Mexico happens.

Hendhar is a ruthless kingdom, and while Reiv's people are warriors they are simply too few and have lost too many to keep fighting. The only option is a marriage; a wife, a peace-weaver, to bear the next generation of Hendhar warlords. A supposed treaty. While the Perdith do not have a rigid royal structure Reiv is a prince by Hendharn standards, and as he has a woman's body he can bear and birth as is his duty--and if he secretly works to make himself barren, then no one will be the wiser. But things are not as they seem in Hendhar, and there is dark magic poisoning the land. Reiv may not be here by choice, but for the sake of the husband he is coming to hold dear he must call on his own magic to untangle the web of deceit. But battling Chaos is always dangerous business...