His good Grace

Born in the heart of fire and blood, Y/n of Northumberland, the Duke's only daughter, became a child who was loved beyond measure like a princess who was draped in worship and raised in this way. The kingdom called her *Y/n the Spoiled*, because she had never known a world in which she was not appreciated.

But the war does not spare even the most esteemed.

Prince Richard brother of the king, stands at the head of the war, a blade. He is impulsive, selfish, conceited, arrogant and uncontrolled and angry.

Henry her brother, he is selfish, conceited, arrogant and controlled honourable and nice.

Warrior who was forged in anger, ruthless and unyillant, but was his sword ever really hers to begin with?

Richard harbours a secret of a devotion that undermines exactly the cause for which he is supposedly fighting.

With all his anger and violence, his heart is lost to Y/n, bound to them by longing, by fate, by a love that none of them dared to name.

But under the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions,

*Love* unyinderable, undeniable has already taken root.

Their love is a treacherous thing, a flame burning between two sides who have sworn to destroy each other.

What is duty when you are weighed against devotion?

And what is a throne when it is opposed to love?