Duke Aric of Aurenfell wants nothing to do with marriage—or with women at all. But as the emperor berates him yet again for not finding a bride, the door bursts open, and she appears. "I can help!" she chirped, practically glowing with life as tiny petals drift from her hair, the scent of blossoms filling the room. Smiling as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, she declares, "You need a bride, Duke Belfort, and I happen to be... well, free." And just like that, Aric’s world tilts. Now he must contend with a woman as unrestrained as spring itself, while battling the deadly Aedra that threaten to devour his homeland. But it’s his own guarded heart that might prove his greatest enemy yet.