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“Ver reisa ku’chae. Kem surah, shei’tani. Your soul calls out. Mine answers, beloved.”
A truemate with tairen-flame hair and green eyes like those of the child that had been stolen from the High Mage of Eld more than two decades earlier.
“Whatever task the gods have set before Ellysetta Baristani, it is fearfully dangerous. Else she’d not need a tairen to protect her soul.”
“Ellysetta Baristani.” Belliard’s voice caused her to stop and turn back around. “Even should you clothe yourself in rags and dirt, you would bring honor to the Fey.”
My beloved is the sun And I am the earth that thrives only in her warmth. My beloved is the rain And I am the grass that thirsts for her quenching kiss. My beloved is the wind And I am the wings that soar when she fills me with her gentle strength. My beloved is the rock Upon which rests the happiness of all my days. The Elements of Love, a poem by Aileron v’En Kavali of the Fey
Fey magic is merely the ability to control the elements and the mystics, to open their natural paths and weave them to our will.”
“He must prove himself strong enough to protect her, gentle enough to win her heart, and worthy of the great gift of her love and her unconditional trust. She must find the courage to embrace the darkest shadows of his soul, and the even greater courage to bare the shadows of her own soul to him. When all barriers are sundered, all secrets revealed and accepted, she can complete the bond; and they will no longer be two separate people, but rather one person, one soul, complete for eternity, stronger together than either could ever be apart.”
She was one surprise after another. Fey-gentle. Tairen-proud. Woman-passionate.
A woman did not feel jealousy if her emotions were not engaged. And a wise man did not let it fester.
Had they become so soft, so certain that peace and freedom were gods-given rights rather than hard-won gifts, that they could no longer recognize evil when it stood on their doorstep?
«You bring pride to this Fey,» Rain sent on their common path, and his tone rang with amusement. Five lethal glances speared him. For the first time in a thousand years, Rain Tairen Soul threw back his head and laughed.
He was a man built to hold the weight of the world on his shoulders. And she was a woman just learning how much she longed to lighten his burden.
“It’s been too long since I’ve been a mate. I had forgotten the two rules.”
“Rule one: in any dispute between mates, the male is always to blame, even when he is clearly blameless. Rule two”—his middle finger joined the first—“whenever in doubt, refer to rule one.”
Battered and bruised, but still fighting for dominance, his was not the selfish, petty pride that made bullies of lesser men, but rather the quiet, determined dignity that turned men into heroes and made heroes crawl back to their feet from the bitter dust of defeat and stand tall once more.
It is far better to remain silent and be thought aloof, than to speak and be proven a fool.” He stepped across the threshold, then paused and turned back for one final word of advice. “And remember this, My Lady Feyreisa: being regal is a state of mind. Act like a queen, believe it in your heart, and a queen is what everyone will see.”
