England, 1165. Juliane: they call her Lady of Frost. Though she is beautiful beyond description, she turns men cold and they wither under her gaze. She was once married, but her husband could not rise to do his manly deed, and so the marriage was annulled. She has remained unmoved and untouched since that day.

Ulrich of Caen, a knight loose upon the Earth, searching for a place upon it, searching for a home and a wife with nothing but a name for seduction to bring to the marriage bond. It is not enough to win him a wife. Unless that wife be a woman who can turn aside all seductions and render a man empty of passion.

It is upon this ground they meet, one legend against another. Romance was a game to them, a subject of wagers and taunts, and nothing could come of it. He had no land to give a woman. She had no warmth to give a man.

But in their games of seduction and mockery, Juliane fears she is close to falling in love, and falling in love is the most dangerous thing a woman can do.