I never asked to be anyone's peace treaty. But that's what I've become—the price my father paid to end a war he started long before I was even born. They told me Ronan was a monster. A Dragon King who had burned three villages just to make a point. I spent the entire carriage ride preparing myself to face something terrifying. What I met was worse. A man who could have any woman in the realm, yet looked at me like I was a problem someone else had dumped in his lap. He spoke maybe six words on my first night. Showed me to a room. Told me not to leave it. Then walked away. I've never been good at following orders. So, naturally, the first thing I did was leave the room What I found wasn't what I expected. Servants who fell silent the moment I asked the wrong questions. Doors locked for reasons no one would explain. A war story that fell apart the more I heard it retold. And Ronan... He keeps appearing where I least expect him, watching me as though he's trying to decide what to do with a woman who refuses to fear him. I don't know yet whether that makes him dangerous... or just as trapped as I am. But one thing is certain. This castle is hiding secrets. The war wasn't fought for the reasons I've been told. And the man I was raised to hate may not be the villain after all. This castle has a way of making you forget why you came here. I'm trying very hard not to let it.