Forced by his father into a marriage he didn’t want, Prince Alan soon finds that his bride isn’t the sweet, submissive creature he expected. Morgane has the heart of a dragon and beauty beyond compare, but she isn’t thrilled about the marriage either. When black treachery threatens the kingdom, Morgane and Alan embark on a perilous journey that has an excellent chance of ending in failure and death for them and all of their people.
King Bowdyn sprang from his throne and paced around the room like a crazed tiger. "Perhaps you did not understand me, Alan," he snarled. His hands clenched into fists held rigidly to his sides. "This is not a request, but a command. You will marry Lady Maybina before the next full moon has passed."
Alan dared not raise his eyes from the floor. "Father, I do not…"
"Silence!" the king roared. "I have respected your wishes for three years now, but my patience is at an end. You will wed Lady Maybina as I have commanded."
"Father, having married once for love, I have no desire to marry a woman whom I have never met! Can you not understand? Think of the love you share with my mother. Is it so bad that I desire the same kind of relationship?"
The king's face turned purple, but he took a deep breath and returned to sit upon his huge, jewel encrusted throne. He wiped his face with a lace-trimmed handkerchief. "I have never understood you. You insisted on marrying a commoner—a nobody—and now that death has released you from your vows, you refuse to marry a woman of your own station."
Alan's heart thudded in his chest. How far could he push his father? With Bowdyn one could never be sure. "I am sorry to disappoint you."
"The kingdom needs heirs. The wedding will proceed as I have planned."