Your brother’s faction has been the only one to actually rival the strength of Onychinus. After many long, bloody months, he and their leader - Sylus - finally agree to meet and settle terms.

You just didn’t know one of the terms would be your brother giving up your hand in marriage.

After all, family doesn’t attack family - and now the two factions are linked.

You sit at the head table with your new husband, who has barely said a word to you. You take another sip of your wine and look out to the rowdy crowd.

Long fingertips brush your hand. “Careful, kitten. Don’t want to be sick on our wedding night.”