The Lord of Axsarton desperately needs an heir. The conditions for the woman who will become the mother of the future child are surprisingly simple: first of all—she must survive. Otherwise, there’s no way around it: the Lord has just as many ill-wishers as he has forgotten girls in his sprawling harem.
How did it happen that it was me who got caught up in this story and ended up in his bedroom?
I was desperately in need of a flame flower from his garden…