Luna couldnt believe the chain of events that had led to her wedding day. All shed wanted was to save her small village, to help the residents to get out from underneath their crippling debt. So shed written to the man who owned the bank. And here she was, walking down the aisle toward a man she barely knew. A man who could make her body sing but who could crush her hopes and dreams with a few harsh words. Dassar needed a wife. The lovely Luna fit none of his criteria. She was too soft, too sweet and would be hurt by palace life. So why couldnt he forget her? Why could she get under his skin so easily? And why couldnt he simply walk away?