Edward is the King of England. He's also dying, which is inconvenient, as he's only sixteen and he'd rather be planning his first kiss than who will inherit his crown. Jane, Edward's cousin, is far more interested in books than romance. Unfortunately, Edward has arranged to marry her off to Gifford secure the line of succession. And Gifford is, well, a horse. That is, he an Eðian (eth-y-un, for the uninitiated) who becomes a chestnut steed every morning, but wakes as a man at dusk, with a mouthful of hay. Very undignified. The plot thickens as the three are drawn into a dangerous conspiracy, and have to engage in some conspiring of their own. But can they pull off their plan before it's off with their heads?
So much love for this story, these romances, and basically everything.
The characters definitely dominated my love for My Lady Jane. They were all so different and fabulous in their own ways. And c'mon, what book lover isn't going to adore a main character who is... wait for it... a book lover.
History. Romances. Yes, plural. Magic. Betrayal. Humour. Swoon.
It's almost hard to believe there could be so much awesome in one book.
