A lord in a gilded cage. A knight forged in war. An oath that binds them tighter than chains.
Lord Aerion Valemont is everything the court whispers; vain, venom-tongued, and untouchable in his sapphires and silk.
But behind the peacock feathers lies a man raised in a cage of duty, bitterness, and the crushing weight of a dying dynasty. Better to mock the world than let it see the cracks beneath his mask.
Sir Clyde of Blackholt, the king’s most feared hound, arrives sworn to Aerion’s protection. A man of war, not words, Clyde’s silence is a shield as much as his sword.
But in that quiet lies something Aerion cannot ignore: a gaze that sees too much, and a loyalty that cuts deeper than he dares admit.
What begins as venom and disdain becomes something sharper—letters passed through battlefields, glances heavy with what cannot be spoken, a devotion tested by blades, assassins, and the cruelty of court.
In the gilded halls of Valemont, where heirs are bartered like coin and bloodlines weigh heavier than desire, a single oath may cost them everything.
