The Prince of Ill Luck

Just his luck... Leith, Prince of the Isles, had survived attempted infanticide, abandonment, earthquake, shipwreck and starvation... ill luck had followed him close as his shadow from his birth, a curse as much a part of him as his mismatched eyes. When he found a fabulous black horse and won the hand of a beautiful maiden, he had no reason to expect his luck had changed. His promised bride had no intention of marrying him? All Leith wanted was to be cured of his curse. If Kessallia's mother truly was a witch, Leith had reason to hope. A witch could lift a curse. Couldn't she? Kessallia, daughter of the Duke of Esdragon, just wanted to find her parents. If her mother was dead, as she had been told, why had her father abandoned his land and his daughter to seek her out? If her mother was a witch, could she teach her daughter to cope with the fearful visions that had begun to assail her? Kess needed to find her parents...but did that mean she needed to marry a cursed castaway, just because she'd pledged her word?