Wound Tight

Three months ago, a peace summit ended in blood. The heir who survived isn't quite the one who walked in, an arm gone, a heart half replaced, the rest held together by brass and very good engineering. The marriage was arranged during the recovery, and the heir has already decided what it means: nobody wants what's left of them, so the Crown found someone willing to take the broken war hero off their hands. The brass already did its job. Nobody's fixed what's underneath it. That part might be yours.