Dream Knight is a story a tortured, noble hero and his feisty, foisted-upon-him wife. It has just enough witchery to spice things up without venturing into paranormal.
So there was a lot less magic than I expected from the blurb. Really, all she has are vaguely prophetic dreams and a weird connection to her husband. So for those who dislike the woo-woo stuff, rest assured and read away. For those who do like the magic, well, there's enough at hand to keep things interesting.
Even if most of the magic is in the question of why Catheryn hadn't been thrown from a castle tower yet. Don't get me wrong, I like a sassy heroine as much or more than the next person, but honestly, back in those days it's a wonder that she hadn't been stuck in a nail studded barrel. Catheryn seemed to have more guts than tact and more grit than sense, which didn't always endear her to me. That said, it was fun to see her bounce off of Gerard and she did serve as a foil for the long-suffering man.
Gerard's a sweet (shhh, don't tell him I said that) man with honor and pardon the pun, but he's really just dreamy. He was loyal, but he knew when to stick his neck out instead of blindly following orders and he loved his wife more than the dubious honor of being someone who never said boo to his overlord.
I really did enjoy the story, even with the faint niggling suspicion about Catheryn. No idea about how historically accurate it is, so anyone who cares about that sort of thing is on their own.
Dream Knight is perfect for a cold, blustery day with a cup of hot tea and maybe, just maybe, a sachet of yarrow beneath your pillow.
Dreams of a powerful, black-armored knight resolve into sweet salvation for the captive lady of Brezden Keep—and true love.
“I WILL NOT MAKE A GOOD HUSBAND FOR YOU.”
Such was the warning of Lady Catheryn’s husband-to-be, the powerful warrior who dispatched her dishonorable guardian, unknowingly answering both her prayers and nocturnal visions. And he seemed right. His past was too bleak, his nature too violent. But Baron Gerard also promised to never beat her, to be kind, to care for Brezden Keep and her people, and the spark in his eye was not kindled by bloodlust alone. His strong hands could be gentle and build fires in her. So perhaps the witch and her magic sachet had the right of it. Perhaps Gerard of Reveur was not only a protector but a better husband and a truer love than either of their tortured souls could ever imagine.