As a teenager, Lady Rowena was taught many things, but not how to become the wife of a powerful lord. They met only on the wedding day, and she swore never to submit to this gloomy and mysterious knight, whose outwardly refined gallantry of manners was only slightly inferior to his arrogant arrogant rudeness. His richest estates and his bed needed a mistress, and Lord Grastan knew that this convent-bred beauty would bring him a dowry that could not be refused. But the warmth brought by her touch made him remember that he had been deceived by a woman once before, and beware of being deceived again. After his first ardent wedding night, he decided to go to war, suppressing the flame of desire and the bitterness of passion that raged in his blood. But the whirlpool of betrayal engulfed the newlyweds, mortal danger loomed on the horizon.