Three powerful dragon lords saved me. Now they plan to keep me for themselves, and there is no refusing their authority.
It was dragons that burned my village, dragons that took away the maidens. I would have been among them. I should have been, but I was hidden. Now I fear that I will never see my sister again.
It was also dragons who saved me, but these are not like the ones that burned Branlock. These are a different dragons, with a different power - the power to become men. They tell me they are Drakoryans, and that the dragons who destroyed my village are their mortal enemy - the Shadowfell.
But how can I trust these Drakoryans when they are the dragons who for centuries have taken sacrificial maidens from the mountain top? We always thought those maidens died, but they didn't. They were taken as mates to these huge, terrifying lords.
Now I am told that the Drakoryan and Shadowfell are at war, and the days of sacrificial maidens is no more. I also am told that I, Isla of Branlock, will become a War Bride to the Lords of House Za'Vol.
Days ago, I was a simple maiden clinging to life in her charred village. Now I am in a castle surrounded by dragon lords who have burned with lust for me since my rescue. And with the fate of the Drakoryan Empire and my own sister hanging in the balance, I have little choice but to go to their beds, and to accept the fate that awaits me.
But I will not let my mates forget what I am. I am Isla of Branlock. I am a War Bride. And I will demand as much from these fierce lords as they do from me. Mark my words.
