I am not abandoned through my own volition. Those I loved were taken from me. Aislinn carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. A natural-born fighter, she was not. But what she lacked in skills she made up for in heart. When a bloody siege sees her fate entwined down an altogether different path and tied to Uhtred Ragnarsson and his men, she must learn what it means to begin again. What she did not see fate having in store for her was love, a path she thought she could never reciprocate again after so much loss. But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape Just when you think you have it figured out, something new begins to take What strange claws are these scratching at my skin? I never knew my killer would be coming from within I am no mother, I am no bride I am king. [also posted on ao3]All Rights Reserved