Nine months ago, on the night of her wedding, Ashlynn died at Owain's hands.
What had started as a day filled with light, wearing the most beautiful dress she'd ever worn, standing before her family and all the lords and ladies of Lothian march who had come to celebrate her day of joy and union, had ended naked and alone, wrapped in nothing but an oil-soaked bedsheet and buried in a shallow grave.
The Ashlynn Blackwell who had come to Lothian March to marry Owain Lothian had died that day.
When she died, she left behind the life she knew, her family, and the few, precious friends she had… She left behind every silver penny, precious personal treasure, and sacred, cherished memento, not because she wanted to, but because they'd been taken from her.
