Three Crowns. A Princess. A Secret.
Aramanda is born with the mark of three crowns, the daughter of a powerful king. To rule after her obsessive father, she must uncover a family secret from a mystical past, survive the machinations of her half-brother, as eager to be crowned as she, and contain her passion for her father's favourite, one of the infamous 'hounds' of the Dunian court.
In Legend of Three Crowns, King Francis cultivates his 'Hounds', three gentlemen of his bedchamber, who do his every bidding. Amusing, witty, and very busy annoying Francis' court and bedding the lords' wives, they yet have a greater purpose, which the King's daughter, Aramanda, discovers in her quest to be named her father's heir.
Book One of the trilogy focuses on the fairy tale existence King Francis has built for his country and the stability for his dynasty, centred around the mystical birthmark of his daughter's in the shape of three crowns. But like any good medieval fairy tale, the plot soon becomes dark.
To protect a family secret and preserve an illicit operation, Francis orders the murder of his minister, Wyerly, a man who has befriended Princess Aramanda for political gain. The forces of her family's dark past begin to invade Aramanda's seemingly idyllic life, and she sees a graphic premonition of Wyler's murder. Her brother, Edourd, ruthlessly allied with the lords, is determined to best her and replace her in her father's affections, securing the crown for himself. But the hounds, led by the King's favourite, Milton, ally with Aramanda, and their mischief proves effective in staunching the lords' advantage.
Aramanda's belief in loyalty and honour tie the hounds irretrievably to her, and Milton, desperately in love with her, struggles to serve her, even as she is tied irretrievably to the Legend of Three Crowns.
|Phillip IV hunting wild boar, National Gallery, London|
"A swirling mass of agony met their eyes. The people fought brave against the soldiers on horseback, their crude implements clashing with forged weapons, and the raging opposition of the horsemen, soldiers oblivious to those that lay silent against the stone and grass."
Milton and Aramanda:
"Milton caressed her fingers, evoking heady gardens, clear days; an energy came to his movements, slipping over her skin as if to erase what he’d done, stave off what was about to occur."
"The Hounds had always stood apart. Beyond Francis, they had only each other to take their part."