They saved the realm. Nobody warned them about the marriage.
Six weeks after Elowen Vale and Caelan Draven remade the Crown, the bond they chose to diminish has given them something neither was raised to survive: privacy. Now every secret is possible again-and they are both very, very good at secrets.
She's hiding a dead ward-anchor and a meeting with a rebel commander she knew when they were children. He's hiding eleven visits to the imprisoned Chancellor who buried her father. And while the realm's first border council fights its way to a vote, something patient is bleeding the kingdom's defenses through the channels everyone forgot to watch-and paying for it in gold that has no history.
The enemy isn't at the gates. The enemy is in the paperwork, the salons, the supply lines-and it has been waiting four hundred years for the wall to thin.
To save the new world they built, Elowen and Caelan must do the one thing more dangerous than the magic that forced them together: open the bond all the way-every grief, every ledger, every lie of omission-in front of the whole realm, and trust that what they find at the bottom of each other is still a marriage.
Enemies became lovers. Lovers became anchors. Now the anchors have to become honest.
