A very long time ago, in the very old forests of Brittany, a werewolf loved a king ...
The Lord Bisclavret has a secret. A family enchantment. A wolf’s curse, transforming him when the moon is full. He hopes to be a good lord for his people, and he’s always been a loyal king’s man, even if the new king is inexperienced and scholarly. But one betrayal might leave him trapped in wolf-shape forever ... unless his king can save him.
Andreas would rather be a University scholar than a king, and has no interest in a royal marriage -- desire’s always come slowly, if at all. But he loves his kingdom, so he’ll try to protect it, even when rumors of a man-killing wolf spread across his land. He’ll pick up a sword and go out on a hunt, and hope to keep his people safe.
But the wolf has the eyes of a man, and the scholar-king’s knowledge of folklore and fairy-stories might break a werewolf’s curse ... with the help of love.
Very loosely based on the twelfth-century story by Marie de France, Bisclavret features a bisexual werewolf lord, a demisexual king who’d rather be a scholar, some exasperated men-at-arms, and very important stolen clothing.
Chapter 1 At night, sometimes, with the salt-sweet red taste running through my mouth, I still dream of spears and the hunt with relief, not fear. Sometimes I dream it even when I remain human. Like the memories of blood, it never quite goes away. I have lived with both blood and dreams for a very long time. In the mornings, or in the depths of night, or when he notices my mood, Andreas puts arms around me and makes me laugh or offers a gift of the newest copy of a broadside Robin o’ the Green ballad. He knows me so well. Better than I once believed possible. The worst, the best, the ordinary. I do love the ordinary. Porridge and cream. A plunge into the lake, shedding shapes like lead for both of us: my wolf’s heritage, and his King’s crown. He’s still young to be a king. He’s younge