Alistair Edmund Lancaster is every bit the cold, calculating king Albion demands. Sharp-witted, impossibly arrogant, and utterly insufferable, he rules with an iron grip and an even sharper tongue. British to his core, he carries himself with effortless aristocratic charm—when he chooses to. Trapped in an arranged marriage, he views love as foolish, duty as suffocating, and power as the only thing worth holding onto. Beneath it all? Perhaps, just perhaps, there’s more to him than meets the eye.