Wed to the Barbarian (Barbarian Duet #1)

O f all the feeble, pissant princes in Onan to make him marry, this one had to be the worst.

Cador laughed to himself, because what else could he do? His head still spun faintly, a dull throb of pain at the base of his skull growing stronger. He remembered too late he was actually at the altar, all eyes on him. He coughed to disguise the laugh, but fuck it.

He glanced around to find his brother and share a look.

Maybe a grimace. Yet Bryok stared at the temple’s stone floor with a face to match it, his thin mouth pressed into a thinner line, a twitch of the jagged scar on his cheek the only sign of life—a sign Cador knew betrayed a dangerously icy fury.