Wide of shoulder, with a strong, sculpted chin and luscious black curls that glistened faintly with scented oils, Marcellus of House Thalassos was everything a man could aspire to be, and everything a woman could reasonably ruin herself for.
Even a empress seemed was no better.
It came as absolutely no surprise to the court that the Emperor's mother had once shared a scandalous, highly public fling with him. The man was a profound comfort to the eye and possessed the effortless, chivalric grace of a true high-born knight.
And now, he was also a well-renowned warlord.
