I definitely didn’t intend to become his wife. Now I must wed the Crown Prince, a man who is as cruel as he is handsome. Yet, as soon as my dragon and I are presented to the king and queen, we are rejected. My dragon is not big enough, not good enough, and neither am I. So I’m shoved into the dragon rider corps to train to be a royal rider and told to find a husband among them. I know who I want: the four men who rescued me from ruin, who’ve protected me the entire time. And I don’t want to take just one. The problem is dragons are power in this country; the last time a woman took four riders as consorts, she was queen. And Draven would never allow such a threat to his future reign to exist.