Summary
A porcelain-skinned pawn in velvet gloves, Princess Pat trades her Paxitanian jasmine-scented springtime for Warburg’s granite winter; a forced betrothal meant to stitch two kingdoms together with silk threads that fray the instant she twirls a stolen rose in the palace solar. Court etiquette clangs like iron shackles against her collarbones—each curtsy measured, each smile mortgaged—until Count Ladislaus, a serpent in sable, offers moonlit gallops through oak shadows and whispers of freedom. One reckless ride detonates King Eric’s jealousy; his rebuke cracks across the Great Hall like a war-mace, hurling Pat into tremulous exile within her own marriage. The banished count, venomous and cunning, races south to poison her father’s ear with tales of cruelty, igniting fraternal vengeance: three brothers thunder north, blades half-drawn, snow spraying like white fire behind their chargers. Yet love—scarred, stubborn, unexpectedly luminous—blooms in the chasm between pride and penitence; a single moon-freckled dawn sees Eric lay his crown at Pat’s feet and Pat fold her wild heart into his palm. The brothers retreat, snow-dusted banners lowered, leaving the couple entwined beneath Warburg’s ancient standard, their once-political union now glowing like a reliquary of shared wounds.
Synopsis
To stave off war with a neighboring kingdom, Princess Pat of Paxitania agrees to marry Warburg's King Eric. Still very young and rebellious, the new queen finds it difficult to adjust to court life, and when she accepts an invitation to take a ride with the villainous Count Ladislaus, King Eric's patience gives out and he rebukes her severely. The banished count informs Pat's father, the Grand Duke of Paxitania, that she is cruelly abused, whereupon Pat's three brothers set out to bring her back home. In the end, however, King Eric and Princess Pat come to love each other dearly, and she sends her brothers home reassured of their sister's happiness.
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