In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

The Dark Angel was thought to be dead. It was said the Prince had killed her long ago. It was a lie. Ever was tormented by her dreams, taken from the only life she had ever known, and dropped into the middle of a mystery that was unraveling backwards. She was only human, and what they were saying was impossible....or so she thought.