He rode into Chirk Castle on h is pure black destrier. Clad in black from his gleaming helm to the tips of his toes, he was all battle honed muscles and rippling tendons. In his start black armour he looked lethal and sinister, every bit as dangerous as his name implied. He was a man renowned for his courage and strength, for his prowess with women, for his ruthless skill in combat.
But when he saw Raven of Chirk, with her long chestnut tresses and womanly curves, he could barely contain his embroiled emotions. For it was her betrayal twelve years before that had turned him from chivalrous youth to hardened knight. It was she who made him vow to trust no woman. It was she who had made him ruthless and bitter, incapable of love.
