I DO NOT ASK FOR WHAT I WANT; I TAKE IT. I am the Iron Laird of Skye. My word is law and my blood demands a legacy. I saw Nevada Minaj shivering in the dirt of a coastal village and decided she would be the one to carry my name. I did not court her. I did not wait for permission. I snatched her from her life of poverty and carried her into the clouds to my fortress of stone. She is a creature of soft sighs and virginal terror. She clings to her rags as if they can protect her from my gaze. She is wrong. I will strip away her past and replace her fear with the weight of a crown. My men whisper against her. My enemies plot to steal her back. They will all learn that what I claim, I keep. Otis St. James thinks he has a right to her. He will find only a cold grave if he steps onto my land. I am the mountain and the storm. I will mold this girl into the queen my kingdom requires. I will break her resistance until she craves the very hand that holds her captive. The servant girl is dead and the Harrington Queen will belong to me forever.