By Susan Wiggs
Pissed off via his personal disasters at matrimony, King Henry VIII punishes an insolent nobleman through commanding him to marry the vagabond lady stuck stealing his horse. Stephen de Lacey is a chilly and sour widower, lengthy conversant in the sovereign's capricious and malicious whims. He regards his new bride as totally inconvenient…though undeniably fetching.
But Juliana Romanov is not any traditional thief—she is a Russian princess compelled into hiding through the traitorous cabal who slaughtered her relatives. at some point she hopes to come to Muscovy to hunt vengeance.
What starts off as a mockery of a wedding finally blossoms into private love.
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At the King's Command (The Tudor Rose Trilogy, Book 1) by Susan Wiggs