Mag-log inThe Seelie Royal Council rules the Elphame Fae Realm with an iron grip, their hunger for wealth and power never satisfied. Princess Leora, once heir to the throne, now lives in exile among humans—a warrior forced to hide her strength, a born leader reduced to invisibility. The Human Realm holds her captive as surely as any dungeon. When Yaris Winterborn and Connor Andor received their assignment, they understood the stakes. Soul-brothers forged since childhood, they alone were trusted to retrieve the princess and return her to an Elphame now unrecognizable from the kingdom of her childhood memories. Dodging assassins' blades has a way of forging bonds. As the three navigate ancient prophecies and buried truths, unexpected heat flares between them—something far beyond mere attraction. Their intertwined fates may be exactly what the legends foretold... or the spark that ignites Elphame's final conflagration.
view moreI wandered down the stairs to find the dining area clean and empty. At the front desk stood the same young blonde female, her name tag identifying her as Sarah. “Excuse me, I'm looking for Agnes. She went to the kitchen,” I said. “I’ll go get her for you,” Sarah replied, already starting to rise from her seat. “No need, I just need to speak with her. Could you show me where the kitchen is”" ‘Of course. It's down the hall,’ she said, pointing to the left of the front desk along a long corridor. “Just keep walking, and you'll find it.” I nodded in thanks and followed her directions. As I approached the kitchen, I could hear the clatter of pans and the rustling of silverware. I pushed open the door to find Agnes, who was muttering angrily to herself. She had a tray in front of her with an array of fluffy white and dark brown bread, various cheeses, and thin slices of cured meat, all set up for making sandwiches. Agnes looked up at me, her eyes brimming with tears. “The
I jolted awake abruptly, attempting to sit up, only to find myself completely entangled in a crumpled sheet and wrapped around Yaris like a tangled vine. "What on earth?" I wondered, my mind still foggy with sleep. As I tried to pull away, a firm hand held me close, anchoring me in place. Yaris mumbled softly, "Please don't leave," his voice a sleepy murmur that lingered in the dim room. I paused, my thoughts swirling, then decided to settle back into the warmth of our shared cocoon, my arms and legs draped over him like a protective shield. I lay there for a few minutes, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby in the quiet darkness. Suddenly, Connor's voice cut through the stillness, startling me. “You had a nightmare,” he said, his voice carrying a note of concern. I turned to see him lying on the couch, his eyes heavy with sleep yet alert, as if he had just woken up too. I nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the familiar cycle. This wasn't new; these relentless
It felt as though time had slowed to a crawl. The silvery blue tendrils of magic streaming from Leo into Yaris shimmered and pulsed, then gradually dimmed until they vanished altogether. Leo finally withdrew her slender hand, the ethereal glow flickering out like a dying ember. Yaris laid there motionless, eyes fixed on Leo. At last, she reached out, fingertips brushing Yaris’s cheek, cool now instead of the feverish warmth it once held, then bowed her head and rested it against his chest. She closed her eyes and listened, inhaling the soft, steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of his lungs. Standing a few paces away, Agnes gripped a spray of white, flower-laced herbs so tightly that its petals trembled in her hand. Leo exhaled and slumped backward onto the plush pillows on the bed. She then looked up at us. She took a few deep breaths and tried to stand, but her limbs betrayed her and she collapsed. I was at her side in an instant, scooping her into my arms
A sudden loud noise snapped me out of my daydream. Looking up, I saw the crowd's focus shift to the stage where a chair had fallen. Abruptly, the older male from the band started scurrying in our direction. As he approached the elegantly set table, he offered a respectful bow, his movements reflecting a practiced grace. His fingers intertwined, twisting and turning in a subtle display of nervousness. “Your Grace,” he began, his voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and reverence, “please allow us the honor of playing your favorite song.” His words came out in a rush, as if escaping between shallow breaths, revealing the weight of the moment that pressed upon him. “I can't say I have any particular favorite songs at the moment. However, I love the music from my homeland. It's been ages since I've been home. It would be wonderful if you could play something that brings back those memories for me.” “Oh, Your Grace, it would be a privilege.” The musician's excitement was uncontaina
I struggled to comprehend what Yaris had just told me. Before I could process it, a sudden sharp pain shot through my arm. Glancing up, I noticed Yaris and Connor both staring to my right. Instinctively, I grabbed a golden band on my wrist. As I held it tightly, a slender blade started to emerge, tr
The passengers began to stand to file out of the dusty tour bus, the air filled with anticipation and the sound of rustling clothing against seats. I felt a small shove, and Leo was making her way by me. She was among the first to step onto the ground, her feet crunching the gravel beneath. She made
The room was unexpectedly spacious, especially for such an old inn. I reopened the door and glanced around the hallway, trying to compare its size to that of the inn itself. Something didn’t add up. “Is everything alright with the room, Miss?” A gentle voice interrupted my thoughts. An older femal
I managed to ditch the charming one, and now I feel a little less stressed. Glancing back, I saw he was now encircled by all those females. They were whispering, with a few soft giggles reaching my ears. As long as he stays out of my way and keeps those ladies busy, I'm good. But for some odd reason
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