Orestes's father was killed, his clan dissolved, and now, it's snowing, which is the worst affront of all.
The last scion of the ended Eagle clan, Orestes, is sent to frigid Urial to negotiate peace with King Albany, but the sitting monarch has no interest in him, and his son, Prince Tybalt, has too much. For all his life, Tybalt has been a disappointment to his father and an embarrassment to any lord in Urial with a sense of decorum. Quick-witted and sharp-tongued, Tybalt thrives in indecency, and the new Nemedan diplomat provides the perfect opportunity to astonish the court. When his father casts him aside for a new wife and heir, he is determined to take the mammoth of a man to bed. After all, any attention is better than none, even if it comes alongside horrified gasps. With nothing to anchor him to Urial, Orestes is all too happy to let the prince use him in his play for revenge, but unexpected affection lurks just behind the prince's roguish smirk. Anything more than a tumble between them is forbidden, dangerous, deadly—but letting the last Eagle sink his claws into him is a risk Tybalt can't help taking, even if it changes Urial forever.
