All's fair in love and war. Or has been for over a thousand years.

Khyryn of Powys has loved only one woman through the centuries. If only she could remember him...or the man who wants them both dead.

Elleran.
Villagers whispered her name whenever great wisdom and
skill conspired to do magic. And trembled in silence when evil crept from the marshland hut.
Such sorcery had brought him this day's journey to brave the bog and find her hut of mud and reeds. So powerful was she that he dared not call her by name now. But she had called him Druid, despite aged eyes that no longer witnessed the mortal world.
The fire waned to a low, blue light, lapping at the ruby embers.
Fire sprites. Dancing to lure me to doze. Dark magic and light magic wrestle in her presence.
Reluctantly, Khyryn tore his gaze from the elfin movement of the flame and sought the freedom of darkness as he moved toward the doorway. 
“I wish to purge another from my thoughts.”
“A woman?”
He filled his lungs with the acrid, moist air, to clear his thoughts.
Elleran chortled. “Or is it a man who haunts your soul, Druid?”
Both. If Gwynndolwyn were not his brother's wife, would he not claim her as his own? But fealty to his brother, Uddryd, would separate them.
Khyryn was Druid.
Uddryd was king.
“I wish to rid my mind of the memory of a woman.”
“A lover?”.......