SHE BELONGS TO THE IRON CRAG NOW. I am the master of this fortress, and I take what I want. For months, I watched the girl in the shadows of my kitchen. She was a ghost, a silent beauty I intended to claim. When a rival warrior demanded her as his prize, I painted the dirt with his blood to prove she belongs to me alone. She is no longer a servant. She is my property. My knight James and I do not share power, but we share her. We expected a simple girl to bend to our will. Instead, we found a secret that could set the Highlands on fire. The gold ring around her neck reveals her royal blood. She is the last of the Stuart line, a princess hidden in rags. The world wants her for her name, but we want her for ourselves. We will keep her hidden within these stone walls. She is our Queen-Servant, a royal prize bound by our laws and our desires. Every touch is a reminder of who owns her. Every breath she takes belongs to the men who saved her from the world only to keep her for themselves. She will spend the rest of her life learning that her only throne is in our bed and her only master is our obsession.