Fleur Delacour has born many names over her life, Rhiannon, Triamour, Sigrún, Vasilisa, and many more. She didn’t know whether it was a blessing or a curse, but she has lived life unending. During her long life, she has met many remarkable people, and has fallen in love many times. Sometimes short and tragic, at other times long and sweet, her romances were truly the stuff of legend.
Only she knew a secret, by a twist of fate. Every lover of hers had been the same man, living many different lives, dying and being born again. Every time she would meet his incarnation, she would feel the stirrings of fate.
And such stirrings of fate were now bringing her to Britain, dreaming of dark hair and emerald green eyes.
She didn’t know how their romance would go this time, but of one thing she was sure. It would be legendary.