Royal Chronicles, Book 3
Total-E-Bound Publishing
Release Date: March 2008
ISBN: 978-1-906328-13-9
Genre: Historical/Dark Fantasy
Length: Novella
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He'll risk everything to claim her love.
The youngest of the four princes, Sorin, has waited for the time he could search out his mate. For years he has looked up to his father and brothers as they set the standard to how a prince of Drahcir should live. Now it’s his time to due his duty, a duty he refuses to fail at. Not even the magical Tnarg’s who are trying to kill his mate will stand in his way.
But the Tnarg is one step ahead of him. Sorin has little time to convince his mate of what he is and where he comes from. Will the unmistakable attraction they share be enough to convince her to leave all that she knows for a magical kingdom?
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EXCERPT
Invergarry, Scotland
Summer, 1270
Life had a funny way of turning sharp corners with no warning signs. Sorin had thought he had learned to adapt in his search, but no matter how many times he thought he couldn’t be surprised again, he was.
He started into familiar hazel eyes and wanted to shout for joy. Instead, he nodded to his eldest brother and heir to the kingdom of Drahcir.
“Keiran? Is that really you?”
His brother smiled and hugged him, slapping his hands on Sorin’s back. “Aye, brother, ‘tis me.”
Sorin stepped back and looked into a face he feared he might never see again. “How?”
“I don’t have time to talk about it, and it doesn’t matter,” Keiran answered. “’Tis good to see you.”
Sorin smiled as his brother cupped his cheek. “I would have thought you’d have returned home by now. Have you not found your mate?”
Keiran sighed and dropped his hand. “Nay, but not for lack of looking. It seems, little brother, that there are forces working against us.”
“What?”
“Aye. I had a visit from a Fae who warned me that the Tnargs are looking for our mates, trying to find them before we do.”
Sorin sighed and leaned back against the building in the alley. “This cannot be possible. It is hard enough trying to find our mates and convince them to leave their homes and families behind to come with us. And now you tell me the Tnarg’s are intentionally trying to find them before we do?”
“Everyone thought that after all these centuries the angered Fae princess would have forgiven, or at least forgotten, our family. However, it seems that she wants to end it all.”
“She’s going to kill our mates, ensuring that we don’t fulfill the curse,” Sorin finished.
Keiran nodded.
“The Fae who visited you, are you sure you can trust him?”
“’Tis Aimery,” Keiran said. “You might not have seen him the times he came to the castle, but I did. He can be trusted.”
Sorin ran a hand down his face. “Have you seen Elric or Lucian?”
“Nay, but Aimery helped Elric find his mate. I have to assume that both have returned home.”
“Right,” Sorin said. “We’ll make it, Keiran. I know it.”
His brother smiled and nodded. “Aye, we will. Keep your eyes opened for the Tnarg. You won’t be able to miss the beast, and it won’t hesitate to kill you or your mate. Once you find your mate, convince her quickly and get her post haste to Drahcir.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Our time is running out, little brother, and I have yet to find my mate. Be safe. I’ll see you soon.”
Sorin clasped his brother to him, almost unwilling to let him go. It had been so long since he’d seen any of his family, that parting again was torture.
He released Keiran, and after one more wave, his brother disappeared into the crowded street. Sorin took a deep breath and turned to the inn he had been walking toward when Keiran had stepped in front of him.
Knowing that the dreadful Tnargs were hunting their mates sent a chill of foreboding through him. His family meant the world to him. He would gladly give up his life to ensure their survival, but the curse wouldn’t allow that.
The damn curse that sent each of his brothers out of their magical kingdom to search for their mates. They were given a short period of time to return to Drahcir with their brides or the kingdom and all who inhabited it would cease to exist.
He still wasn’t sure how Keiran had come to be in Invergarry. Each time they left Drahcir, it was a different year for time went by much slower in their kingdom.
As he stood and looked around him, he was amazed at how few people actually saw him. They were so busy with their own lives, that few noticed anything other than what was right before them.
It did afford Sorin the time he needed to survey everything around him. He had been searching for his mate for over a year now with no luck. Seeing Keiran had renewed his hope, especially learning that Elric and possibly Lucian had found their mates and were in Drahcir at that moment.
He couldn’t wait to see them and his parents again. A smile pulled at his lips as he thought of the tricks he and Elric had played on each other.
And that’s when he heard it, a laugh that was musical and beautiful. A laugh that made him wish to seek out the owner. He wanted to know what would make a woman laugh so.