I needed a wife, not a weakness.
I got both.
And I’m not giving either up.
My rival says a house without an heir is already dead.
So the king picks my bride.
A human.
Her people get firewood to survive the winter.
I get a wife who refuses to know her place.
She gives orders in my keep.
Argues with me in front of my soldiers.
Then finds the curse I’ve hidden for a decade.
No one else has ever gotten that close.
No one else ever will.
She was chosen for my house.
But I chose her for myself.
And I don’t give back what’s mine.
Read on if you love a ruthless dark elf lord who treats marriage as strategy until her, a stubborn healer who hears his orders as suggestions, and an arranged marriage that turns into the only alliance he’d kill to keep. HEA guaranteed.