Powerless and disdained, Princess Rowena Augustin was nothing more than the title in her name. Merely a collar put by the people whose blood runs through her veins. Her position in royalty does her no more good other than get her disconcerting glances from the other children born of nobility. She wasn't like them, you see. She hadn't been born with a silver spoon in her mouth; at least not before they tore her from her mother's grasps. And when the Queen of Vehr Elich, announces Rowena as the heir to the throne, this is merely the beginning of the impending chaos waiting for her at the end of the aisle.