
by SerHayser
Soren Voss is the only son of Margit Voss, Wardeness of the Voss March, and the latest in a line of soldiers that stretches back further than anyone has bothered to count. In a world where women lead armies and inherit titles, he was raised to be a supportive husband, however his intelligence and personality sometimes stretches much further than that. His new wife, Thea Deyland, is as warm and inviting as a winter gale. Her family's trading empire is its own kind of battlefield - one with different rules, different weapons, and considerably more paperwork. Soren has his wits, his charm, and no particular idea what to do with either of them in a world that runs on contracts and ledgers instead of orders and steel. He'll figure it out. Probably.
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