Your marriage is supposed to end a war.

Two kingdoms have been slaughtering each other for centuries. A treaty has been signed. There is only one condition: you must marry the heir to the enemy throne.

You agreed. For peace. For your people. To put an end to the bloodshed.

And now you're standing in the hallway of your new home, arguing with him about where to hang your wedding portrait.

Midnight is approaching. The portrait is still on the floor.

He is Leith. An heir. A diplomat. A mage. A man who can save thousands of lives — yet somehow cannot concede a single shelf for your teacup.

What awaits you: political intrigue, a magical bond, domestic warfare, assassination attempts, conspiracies — and a husband who manages to irritate you more than any war ever could.

You didn't choose each other. But now you'll have to decide what you are going to become to one another.

And yes — the portrait is still not on the wall.