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The Fates have blessed you with a mate. His name is Prince Soren Celestial, heir to the throne of the Southern Lands, and your union will unite a shattered kingdom. The bloodshed that has ravaged the Southern Lands shall end, the lands shall be restored, and the old ways shall be honored once more. The Fates will guide you to him when your heart is ready.
You are not welcome here, Rookesbane Eveningstar. The Ravenswyrd Coven is gone.
After two hundred years away, I’m unaccustomed to the cold.
200 years!?
My own family was massacred by the same witches. Anyone who didn’t join Kharl’s ranks was considered a traitor to all. My family, the Ravenswyrd Coven, was always neutral, but neutrality in a time of war is seen by both sides as nothing more than an act of aggression.
None of the witches care about the lands anymore, proving that their war has never been about taking back power from the high fae to protect those who are more vulnerable.
The Fates have blessed you with a mate. You will find her at Port Asmyr the morning after the summer solstice, nine hundred and eighty-eight years from today. The Fates demand your patience, a virtue of importance for a king to hold, and your steadfast obedience. You cannot defeat your enemies without your mate at your side. With your union, you shall end the war and take your throne.
My croí is already buried deep in my heart, and I’ll prove myself to her, whatever it takes.
Staring back at me, with contempt in her undeniably silver eyes, is my Fates-blessed mate. A witch.
“Find another horse. It's not riding with me.”
“Then it walks. I’m not touching it, and neither are any of you.”
What a douchebag… IT!? Wtf?
The Fates are cruel and fickle, but I’ve had a long time to come to terms with that.
you can’t break what’s already broken.
He screams for her.
Chills
“The goblins never stopped speaking to the trees. The Ravenswyrd has missed you for a very long time, and the sorrowful melody it sang for you reached far across the kingdom. I hope you return to the trees again soon, they have mourned your loss.”
There’s more to her fate than she’s telling me.
If the high fae have forgotten such things, why does the princess know the words to this ancient rhyme?
“That doesn't look like begging to me. I'd rather walk until my feet bleed.”
