When We Were Dancing

Nobility doesnt marry for love. That means she needs to get creative.

They call her the Gladiator Queen. Leyli might be the first female heir to the throne, but she never wanted this - yet her cousins scheming leaves no other option. Now, shell do whatever it takes to make sure he cant wreak any more havoc for the country her family fought so hard to keep safe.

On the sands of the arena, the threats were honest. Men fought for their lives and nothing else. In the palace, everything is different. The danger is veiled in fancy clothes and whispered rumors. Spies lie in wait around every corner, bribed with promises of power and wealth. Once, she thought this was normal. No longer. The pampered princess has become a fighter.

To win this game, she has to keep her cousin far from succession. The best way is an heir of her own. She needs a noble husband who wont kill her in her sleep and -- hopefully -- one who will ignore the hulking shadow of her best friend turned bodyguard. But will society turn her most trusted friend into a weapon to be used against her?

The game is called King of the Hill. The music for their dance is made of politics. Fate may have given her a second chance, but hes a fickle god. For each thing he gives, he takes something else away. These may not be the sands of the arena, but shes still fighting.

The Wolf cant afford to lose.