William prefers not to think of his insufferable burden of a wife. She’s far too pious and, even worse, painfully meek and submissive – qualities he holds in the highest contempt. But there’s very little he won’t do to achieve his political ambitions and fulfill his duty as the Lord of Ruardean, even if that means marrying this bore of a woman and forcing himself to finally produce an heir with her.

Margaret could not be more pleased that her loathsome lord husband thinks her an overly devout fool. She’s worked quite hard to make him dismiss her as little more than a vapid nuisance – a skillful ruse to mask her true intentions to undermine the vast power of the Church and William’s aspirations for a new Crusade. But when he insists that they attend to their duty to provide an heir to Ruardean, she finds her powers of deception are not quite up to the task of pretending to be repelled by his touch.

Attraction and affection somehow grow between them, but can their connection withstand the tangle of lies, political intrigue, and lethal accusations of heresy?