Angol
They married to end a war. Now they have to win one.
Zarfu returns to Scorched Ridge to find his fortress fracturing: a rebel occupation closing the northern pass, a conspiracy inside the elven court eroding the treaty's foundation, and a council measuring whether their heir came home changed for the better, or simply changed. The alliance he and Syllia built is being dismantled from within, and the only way to hold it is to fight on two fronts simultaneously, separated by leagues, trusting the other to hold.
Syllia rides into orc territory as a co-ruler this time, not an obligation. The woman who arrived calculating every breath for composure is gone. What leads the elven archer contingent toward Ironhold knows what she wants, what she's built, and what she will not allow anyone to take. Including the husband who burns warm in the dark and held still long enough for her to become someone who could say I love you out loud in a hall full of witnesses.
The treaty was the beginning. This is what it cost to make it real.
For readers who want their endings hard-won and the warmth that follows earned in full.
Book 3 of 3. Series best read in order.
