Brave and indomitable, the Lady owyn of Rohan despairs at her king and uncles slide into torpidity.
Rebuffing the advances of Grma Wormtongue, his serpentine councilor, owyn beseeches her uncle throw off his languor, but King Thoden lies under a dark enchantment. The kings wits have dulled and his body is withered by premature age. With her brother omer banished and the kings own son dead, owyn sees her enemies closing in about her. Once a proud and powerful nation, the poisons of Wormtongue have perilously weakened Rohan in the face of rising threats from Mordor, and now Isengard as well.
Escaping the stifling shadows of the once merry Golden Hall for the bright air outside, owyn stands upon the steps of her kingdom, her fierce heart soaring free upon the wind. A shield maiden of Rohan, she will suffer no captivity, but alone among her foes, the Lady of Rohan must choose her course carefully.