arrival. He wanted to kiss, touch, and taste his woman, and after today no one would be able to stop him again.
The priest stood patiently awaiting them as Lucian and Isabelle came to stand before him. Below them, the entire kingdom of Drahcir was there to witness the ceremony.
Lucian felt Isabelle's hand shake on his arm, and he quickly took hold of her hand and gave her a gentle squeeze. He listened to the priest's words with half an ear as his eyes looked for any signs of an attack.
“Do you, Isabelle Ferguson, agree to take Prince Lucian Sinclair as your husband? To love, cherish, and obey?” the priest asked.
Lucian looked down at Isabelle and watched as her mouth spread into a wide grin.
“I do,” she answered.
The priest then turned to Lucian. “Do you, Prince Lucian Sinclair, agree to take Isabelle Ferguson as your wife? To protect, cherish, and love?”
“I do.”
The priest gave them a smile and motioned someone to him. To Lucian's surprise, a Fae moved to stand before them. The Fae's unusual, mystical blue eyes swirled in the morning sun, and his white blond hair hung down his back and was held back from his face by many tiny intricate braids.
“Lucian. Isabelle,” he said. “Today is a magical day, a day that puts Drahcir one step closer to continuing. I am here as emissary from King Theron and Queen Rufina who send their approval and blessing for this union.”
He drew in a deep breath and gave them a smile as he raised his hand over them and said something in what could only be the Fae's language before he lowered his arm. “Enjoy your life together,” he said with a wink.
The citizens of Drahcir erupted in cheers. Lucian wasted no time in taking Isabelle into his arms and tasting her sweet lips again. “Princess Isabelle. I like it.”
She giggled and smiled up at him. “I do, too, my prince.”
While his mother came to congratulate them, his father moved to the edge of the tower and said, “Let the celebrating begin.”
They all laughed as the music and drinking began immediately all through the kingdom.
The Fae stepped in front of Lucian as he tugged Isabelle out of the tower. “I heard you were attacked.”
Lucian nodded and glanced to make sure his mother was occupied “We were.”
“Who was it?”
“A Tnarg.”
The Fae mumbled something that Lucian was sure was a curse of some sort. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. It tried to kill me, but it wanted Isabelle. It seemed verra interested that we were friends of the Fae.”
Isabelle nodded as the Fae's gaze turned to her. “It didn't leave until I used Lucian's dagger on it.”
“A weapon of the Fae,” the Fae mumbled. “Interesting. And you say you stabbed it?”
Isabelle glanced at Lucian. “I did. It was about to kill Lucian. I had no other choice.”
“Nay, you didn't,” the Fae agreed. He looked from Isabelle to Lucian. “You two have no idea what you've done, do you?”
Lucian eyed the Fae. “And what exactly is it that we've done?”
“The Tnarg's only goal is to kill any, and all, men and women that the children of Sinclair claim as their own. Very few have escaped it when it has decided to venture from its lair.”
Lucian pulled Isabelle against him. “Nowhere in the texts of Drahcir's history does it state what the Tnargs are for. Can you tell us?”
“I wish I could. You were very lucky.”
“Aye, but will my brothers be as well?”
The Fae looked away, his swirling blue eyes troubled. “That I cannot tell you. I must go.”
The words had barely left his mouth before he vanished.
“I didn't even know his name,” Isabelle said.
Lucian hugged her and ran his hands down her back. He looked out of the kingdom to the gates and farther below, to the pass that led to the city. His thoughts turned to his brothers.
“They will come,” Isabelle said, as if she could read his thoughts. “Your brothers will arrive soon.”
He looked down into her sweet face. Her
The priest stood patiently awaiting them as Lucian and Isabelle came to stand before him. Below them, the entire kingdom of Drahcir was there to witness the ceremony.
Lucian felt Isabelle's hand shake on his arm, and he quickly took hold of her hand and gave her a gentle squeeze. He listened to the priest's words with half an ear as his eyes looked for any signs of an attack.
“Do you, Isabelle Ferguson, agree to take Prince Lucian Sinclair as your husband? To love, cherish, and obey?” the priest asked.
Lucian looked down at Isabelle and watched as her mouth spread into a wide grin.
“I do,” she answered.
The priest then turned to Lucian. “Do you, Prince Lucian Sinclair, agree to take Isabelle Ferguson as your wife? To protect, cherish, and love?”
“I do.”
The priest gave them a smile and motioned someone to him. To Lucian's surprise, a Fae moved to stand before them. The Fae's unusual, mystical blue eyes swirled in the morning sun, and his white blond hair hung down his back and was held back from his face by many tiny intricate braids.
“Lucian. Isabelle,” he said. “Today is a magical day, a day that puts Drahcir one step closer to continuing. I am here as emissary from King Theron and Queen Rufina who send their approval and blessing for this union.”
He drew in a deep breath and gave them a smile as he raised his hand over them and said something in what could only be the Fae's language before he lowered his arm. “Enjoy your life together,” he said with a wink.
The citizens of Drahcir erupted in cheers. Lucian wasted no time in taking Isabelle into his arms and tasting her sweet lips again. “Princess Isabelle. I like it.”
She giggled and smiled up at him. “I do, too, my prince.”
While his mother came to congratulate them, his father moved to the edge of the tower and said, “Let the celebrating begin.”
They all laughed as the music and drinking began immediately all through the kingdom.
The Fae stepped in front of Lucian as he tugged Isabelle out of the tower. “I heard you were attacked.”
Lucian nodded and glanced to make sure his mother was occupied “We were.”
“Who was it?”
“A Tnarg.”
The Fae mumbled something that Lucian was sure was a curse of some sort. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. It tried to kill me, but it wanted Isabelle. It seemed verra interested that we were friends of the Fae.”
Isabelle nodded as the Fae's gaze turned to her. “It didn't leave until I used Lucian's dagger on it.”
“A weapon of the Fae,” the Fae mumbled. “Interesting. And you say you stabbed it?”
Isabelle glanced at Lucian. “I did. It was about to kill Lucian. I had no other choice.”
“Nay, you didn't,” the Fae agreed. He looked from Isabelle to Lucian. “You two have no idea what you've done, do you?”
Lucian eyed the Fae. “And what exactly is it that we've done?”
“The Tnarg's only goal is to kill any, and all, men and women that the children of Sinclair claim as their own. Very few have escaped it when it has decided to venture from its lair.”
Lucian pulled Isabelle against him. “Nowhere in the texts of Drahcir's history does it state what the Tnargs are for. Can you tell us?”
“I wish I could. You were very lucky.”
“Aye, but will my brothers be as well?”
The Fae looked away, his swirling blue eyes troubled. “That I cannot tell you. I must go.”
The words had barely left his mouth before he vanished.
“I didn't even know his name,” Isabelle said.
Lucian hugged her and ran his hands down her back. He looked out of the kingdom to the gates and farther below, to the pass that led to the city. His thoughts turned to his brothers.
“They will come,” Isabelle said, as if she could read his thoughts. “Your brothers will arrive soon.”
He looked down into her sweet face. Her
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