Tamar Vashadze's brother is an axe murderer.
People usually laugh when she says it. They shouldn't.
After nineteen years of war, two kingdoms have finally agreed on the price of peace: Tamar will marry Avtandil Orbelani, the enemy crown prince.
She expects a political bargain.
She does not expect him to be charming, clever, or dangerously difficult to hate.
Then assassins strike before the third toast.
The attack shatters the fragile peace and leaves Tamar holding an old iron key tied to a secret neither kingdom was meant to uncover.
Someone has spent generations turning distrust into bloodshed. Now forgotten magic is awakening, ancient promises are coming undone, and the people who profited from the war will kill to keep the truth buried.
With Avtandil at her side and her dangerously protective brother never far behind, Tamar must navigate a conspiracy that reaches from mountain strongholds to the heart of the royal court.
But Tamar refuses to become a pawn in someone else's peace, a weapon for an ancient power, or a sacrifice dressed up as destiny.
And falling for the prince she was supposed to marry for political convenience only makes everything more dangerous.
Because ending a war requires more than surviving your enemies. Sometimes it means trusting one of them with your heart.