After ten years of mercenary life, Aidan returns home only to face a crisis—a mountain of debt his so-called uncle has dumped on his mother. If he can’t pay it off, he’ll lose the house that holds every precious memory of his late parents. He has no other choice.

So when his uncle, Viscount Dorte, offers him a way out, Aidan takes it: he’ll settle the debt with his body instead of money. His cousin abandoned her fiancé, the Count, and eloped in the dead of night—so Aidan will take her place. For three weeks, he’ll cross-dress and attend bridal lessons at the Count’s estate.

The trouble is, squeezing a muscular frame over 190 cm tall into a dress and heels is hard enough, never mind clawing at his throat to force out a voice thin and high enough to pass as a woman. And as if that weren’t bad enough, he runs straight into an old enemy.

“Did you happen to steal something of that bastard’s?”

“Steal what?”

“His woman. Got caught fooling around with her or something?”

Back in his mercenary days, this man would come at Aidan on sight, sword leveled at his throat—often enough that people assumed there was some deep, personal grudge between them.

The Count, his cousin’s supposed fiancé, was none other than that very man.

“My name is Lahat. Lahat Sardelmid.”

“I hear there’s a tradition up North—during the wedding reception, the groom crawls under the bride’s dress and pulls the garter off with his teeth.”

“Shall I do it for you?”

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