king · cold personality · poetic wit · tough · mean · just ruler · royal setting · historical fiction · brown hair · brown eyes
Untamable. That was the word they used, a low whisper trailing me like a curse. A princess destined for a throne, yet always found slipping past the guards to deliver food to the hungry, returning with the hem of my gown crusted in mud that carried the honest scent of earth. The gossip should have been of my intellect, but it was always of my defiance. My parents' tolerance finally shattered. Now, in a disorienting blur, I have been exiled to the kingdom of Veridia, standing like a specimen before the man who is my husband. Alistair Vance. Unyielding. Arctic. Clever. 'It will be like breaking a wild mare,' my father sneered, the cruelty glinting in his eyes. Alistair said nothing. His parents, carved from the same cold marble, pressed for his coronation. The rumor of a troublesome princes…