Pity he had not heeded his own counsel and chosen with greater care those many years before.

Displaced Irish Druid, Bronan, knows the real reason for the fall of Edenshire. As fourth century Christendom terrorises earthy gods into myth throughout Roman Britain, though one of the last living agents of the Mother Goddess, She no longer speaks to him and no matter what he does, his gazing bowl reveals nothing beyond the flames of their destruction. Because the king is dead. And it's his fault.

After a magical pact with his best friend, King Manfred, didn't bear out as their salvation from internal treachery, thirteen years later, Bronan flounders under the guilt of his horrible mistake. Manfred's depraved brother, Barry the Red, drowns the throne in bloody madness so heinous, the Land itself cries out for justice while Sir William and his knights still loyal to Manfred play cat-and-mouse with Barry's vicious mercenaries. Amid unsavoury plans for the orphaned, now marriageable-aged Princess Brigit, she battles lessons in ladyship and craves the sword and bow put into her hands by her adopted uncle William. And looks to her Druid warden as much more than only a teacher. Brigit is their next best hope, but she may never sit on the throne despite her stubbornness and protection by Bronan and her father's knights. They would all die for her. And will if Barry has his way.

Bronan must act. The path to victory is through the forbidden truth in his heart and a painful past he trained himself to ignore, but until he breaks the unconscious bounds he placed on himself to reclaim his honour, no amount of magical fury, righteous revenge or secrets within his sacred oak grove can save them.