The people Lady Arabel cared for most were dead for her sake. Why did God sustain her life at such cost? Now, her father, King Amon, lay cold at the bottom of the Bryngawr Ravine, and Arabel was being taken captive into the hostile nation of Munithlon. Wallowing in grief was not an option, for she would have to muster the fortitude to stand tall within enemy territory as Neirastrath's queen. The fate of her kingdom dangled precariously on the edge of ruin, and prayer was her only lifeline. All hope for her country's deliverance was in the Lord's hands. How did He intend to be glorified by these events? And what of the dark man who orchestrated her capture? Arabel could not ignore his mysterious character, nor could she disregard God's unnerving instruction to forgive the rogue for killing her father.