I didn't really care for this story and I'll tell you why. It's typically a well-written story but I found myself unable to find any kind of empathy for either the hero or heroine.
The hero, Rowan, is a prince destined to be king over the Lanconian clan, Irial. He is, however, only half-Lanconian. He was raised by his English Uncle but tutored by a wizened teacher on the Lanconian ways.
When Rowan's father is on his deathbed, Lanconian warriors are sent to fetch Rowan. Many of the people in his clan distrust him and believe, rather, that his younger stepbrother should be king.
Rowan, on his way to his homeland, meets Jura, a maiden warrior who is already dead set against him. Jura and Rowan discover a powerful attraction exists between them. Rowan wants her for his queen. She is determined to despise him at every turn.
The King, before his death, charges Rowan to unite the six warring Lanconian clans into one, with Rowan as king. This is a near impossible task in Rowan's mind but he believes that, with Jura at his side, the goal can be achieved.
So the remaining story is about the quest to unite the clans, for Rowan to win Jura's heart, and win the hearts of all Lanconians.
I could not bring myself to like Jura. She is mule-headed, insolent and filled with blind loyalty, to usurp Rowan's right to the throne and help her brother become king in his stead. She constantly accuses Rowan of expecting her to follow him blindly but yet she foolishly follows her brother's lead. Everytime she is with Rowan, she challenges him, even to the point where you want nothing more than to just put the book down and wish you'd never had the misfortune of reading it in the first place.
Rowan is too good to be true. He is unbelievably idealistic, chauvinistic, and sometimes makes the most idiotic decisions that put him and his followers' lives at risk.
Predictably, Rowan and Jura end up together but by that time, you're almost relieved you're at the end of the story.