Harry had quite clear expectations from his life. As an orphan he got adopted by by his father’s distant cousin. He got trained as a squire and was to earn his knightly spurs soon. Then he would serve as a knight for his noble stepbrother, and eventually earn a small keep to govern.
That all changed when his parents’ murderer, the warlock Voldemort, attacked his new family’s holdings during his knighting ceremony. His adopted parents, his mentor, all perished, slain by magic until then unseen. His stepbrother survived, broken and disfigured, but would never walk again.
So Harry sets out on a quest. He cannot bring back those who fell, but he can make sure that the monster won’t hurt anybody else.
Fleur, the alluring dancer at a fair, holds many secrets. She is one of the Fair Folk. She was driven from the Faerie by Lord Hemlock, one the enigmatic big players of the cutthroat Faerie politics, and a ruler of a realm so distant from human lands that should a mortal even behold his lands, their mind would likely be unable to cope. And she has many reasons for sending furtive smiles at the young grim-faced knight.
When the memento of his family gets stolen by a servant of Lord Hemlock, Fleur cannot contain her glee. Such an easy way to approach him just fell in her lap. Wearing innocence as a veil, she sets to entrap Harry, to direct him at her own foe, offering him the knowledge of where the thief took his heirloom.
She would have her own Knight of Iron, she would temper him to survive in the Faerie, and she would wield him to achieve her revenge.
In a strange land they experience even stranger tales, and even their own quests of intertwine, for Lord Hemlock does not act alone.
A tale of Chivalry, Duty, and Vengeance.
But can love bloom in such soil? Unexpected, uninvited, unbidden…