The cruel vampire king hates fae. Now he has to marry one: Me.I'm the outcast fae princess. I'm told that I have one chance to prove myself:Make as many babies as possible to expand the strength of my kind.But in order to do that, I have to marry the horrible, cold vampire king.So here I am, standing at the altar, only to find him rejecting me.He refuses to kiss me, to touch my body at all.I should be happy and yet he leaves me yearning.Yearning for his cold touch, for his icy embrace.I want to hate him, but his stare does things to me.It exposes my most private feelings and desires.It makes me think of being a family, of having his baby.Will he ever give me what I really want from him?Or will he make me beg for it?