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Prologue

Blood was still crusted to Braxton Grantham’s cheek when he set foot once more on his home soil. The victory of battle was fresh and invigorating, etched in his memory and as intoxicating as potent liquor. The triumph of winning the war often did that to a man, and then, there were few things that made a man feel more alive than the understanding that he, however momentarily, had evaded death. After four long years spent on Dane territory, destroying the forces that threatened Saxon and all she means, death should have been a certainty. No one escapes a battle forever.

No one but him.

From the wild landscapes of the Orient countryside to the incivility of the nations across the strait, there was no place he had not wandered, no land he had learned to fear. Men near and far feared the name Braxton Grantham. His reputation was his most beloved weapon—it never failed to leave its mark. Returning to Saxon after so long abroad had not dulled its edges.

His reputation was his greatest source of pride. So, too, was it his downfall.

“There will surely be a celebration,” Percival, his right-hand man, declared as they approached Londër herself. “After such a torturous labor, bringing victory home for the crown is a great honor. I do imagine there will be a holiday declared. How do you like the sound of Braxton Day?”