Relena wants freedom, depending on herself and not having to answer to anyone, but a betrayal takes that away. The last thing she expected was the incredibly handsome Marren to free her. The catch? She has to fall in love with him, fulfill a prophecy involving their heart song, and rejoin the two realms. But Jiren, the last Ancient of his kind, isn’t convinced and will stop at nothing to maintain his throne, even if it means breaking their most sacred law.
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Excerpt
“Spring
is definitely in the air.” I giggled to myself as Marren’s arm
tightened around my hand.
“It is,
indeed.”
He led me
down a path that forked to the right and opened into a small field of
the most beautiful, tallest, red tulips bordered by trees, as if he
had cut out a place for these flowers, and they grew with the magic
that had won over my heart. I held my breath for fear that letting it
out would make them fade.
“By the
Gods, this is beautiful!”
“I
thought you would like it. Go on.” He motioned toward the field.
I looked
into his eyes, as if to make sure he wasn’t joking, and then
stepped tentatively into the field of flowers. Their light scent
danced in the air. It was sweet and mild. At about the halfway
point, I looked over my shoulder at Marren, still standing on the
path. I smiled, facing him and cocked my head to the side. I wondered
what was taking him so long to join me. He nodded toward me a smirk
pulling at the corner of his lips. I turned back around taking
another step, finding a rock that rolled underneath my foot. I fell
to the ground and started laughing.
I was
pulled up by Marren so fast it took my breath away. “Are you okay?”
I nodded.
Slowly, he
placed my hands on his shoulders then slid his down the side of my
arms, along my back, and coming to a rest at my waist. He pulled me
into him, pressing our bodies together. I took in a deep breath as a
rush pulsed through my veins. The woods became silent, and the wind
stopped blowing, as if the world stilled for us. We started to sway,
slowly, from side to side. It was awkward, like he was nervous, which
made a giggle bubble out of me, shaking my frame against his. He
chuckled in response and started spinning me as we glided through the
flowers, twirling one way and the other in motions that were
graceful, magnificent, and magical. My feet barely touched the
ground, like we floated in the air.
We dance
in circles, through every inch of the flower field as we gazed into
each other’s eyes, looking into forever. Eventually, we slowed,
returning to the center of the field and shifting back into the sway
before stopping completely.
“I want
you to promise me something . . .” Marren said. I worried that
there was something on his mind, a weight that burdened him.
“What?”
I asked.
“Promise
you’ll remember this day, no matter what decision you make.” His
voice was sad and fearful.
“What
decision am I to make?” I asked, twirling a strand of his hair
around my finger and losing myself in his eyes.
He pressed
his lips to mine. The sweetness in his kiss filled me, but his lips
were almost too soft. “You’ll see . . . just promise me you’ll
remember today.”
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