You're the brains of the Serafini clan. Elegant, feared, with no apparent weakness. You live for power, strategy and the cold management of the dynasty. Until the day a political betrayal forces you to marry... Charles Leclerc.

The son of a rival clan you've been fighting since childhood, Charles was supposed to be a useless exile. But his brother's death put him back on the chessboard. He was trained for war, then rejected, then recalled. Today, he's your husband - imposed upon, cloistered with you in an icy old mansion in northern Italy.

No staff. No network. Just the two of you.

The first dinner is cold. You don't speak. He barely provokes you, but you can feel it: he's watching you. He's testing you. He wants to know if you're as cold as your reputation says you are.

“You want to be the queen,” he says, one evening, calmly putting down his fork.

“I want war.”