A Throne From the Ashes (An Heir Comes to Rise, #3)

by C.C. Peñaranda

“Don’t let go.”

but it is not without your mate’s tether that you are both here…and there. Though be aware, even the strongest of bindings can be broken.”

“The Great General of Rhyenelle, the one they call the White Lion of the South, and the one who will be remembered in history within stories of battles and reign for millennia…is your soul-bonded mate, Faythe Ashfyre.”

Reylan Arrowood has strong bloodline blessings from all three Spirits. He is a powerful rarity none of us could have predicted.”

“You are two parts of the same sword. A blade without a hilt cannot be wielded. A hilt without a blade is forgotten potential. With the weapon you could become, together, you could change the world.”

You will become something the world has never seen before. But with great power comes great responsibility, my child. You must never lose sight of your golden heart, as power can inspire the allurement to darkness even in the purest of souls.”

Reylan, so broken, on his knees, cradling her still body with quiet pleas that whispered through to her here. “Come back to me.”

“You live, and you fight, for the world of the dreamer.” The Spirit’s form glowed so bright Faythe flinched, shielding her eyes. “Wait!”

One of belief in herself. One of determination to succeed. One of strength to return. On the final exhale, Faythe straightened her spine with a flare of defiance. “I’m ready.”

“Yes, you are, golden-eyed child.”

I see you, Reylan. I see you, and I hear you, and I’m coming home.