This story picks up immediately after A Court of Mist and Fury ☺ Tamlin, underestimating the mating bond, unknowingly let the High Lady of the Night Court and Mate of his archenemy Rhysand into his territory, expecting her to be grateful, not realizing he let a fox into a chicken coop. Feyre now has to deal with Ianthe, who still thinks Feyre is dumb, and Lucien, who Feyre thinks can see through all her lies...

Because the next book in this series has already been released I'm not going to be updating this story any more. I won't take it down in case people still want to finish it but just to let you know it won't be progressing any further. Thanks to everyone who read, voted and commented.

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