He was called the Wolf. He never lost a battle and - it was said - he took no prisoners and ate the flesh of those he killed. He was huge, handsome, black-haired and fierce.
She was a Scottish heiress, a countess in her own right, and reputation had it that she was a cold, sour, ugly spinster. They were both about to be astounded.
When she was abducted by the Wolf's men, he found she was bewitching, courageous, and totally unpredictable. She tricked him, made him the laughing stock of the English and Scottish courts, and drove him to fury with her defiance.
When, by royal decree, they had to stand together at the altar and form a dynastic marriage, it was obvious it was going to be a stormy and tempestuous union.
