The Realm's Mystics [Mystic Women of The Realm Series Book 3] by Robbie Collins Page A

moment.
    San'lr'in'thel'ineln’ whispered, “My Love, I ca—"
    Sle'nel’ knew that no words were better than bringing forth their fears, so she just moved into The High Queen, kissing her. The kiss wasn't a moment of physical passion, but of desperation. One feared the other's death, as had occurred in a prior love, and the other feared her growing role within The Realm, wishing only to remain with her Queen. Ann'wn returned with the weapons. Seeing them firmly intertwined, she waited quietly so as not to disturb them. R'lodin'lindor landed, waiting patiently.
    Sle'nel’ spoke softly to her Queen, “I love you."
    "This is always what I have wanted to avoid between us. Such partings are My weakness, My Desire."
    "We do this for The Realm, but I have but one desire only. I will be returned to your bed soon, my Queen."
    "Remain as safe."
    Sle'nel’ turned to R'lodin'lindor. In her Elfin language that The High Queen knew so little of, she spoke to R'lodin'lindor, telling her of the need and request. When she finished speaking to the great unicorn, R'lodin'lindor moved up to her, nudging her own face into her Elf's shoulder. Sle'nel’ laughed lightly, petting and scratching her ears. R'lodin'lindor then looked briefly at The High Queen, nodding her massive head up and down. She moved back, kneeling her front legs to the ground. Sle'nel’ took her weapons from Ann'wn, strapped them onto her waist, then mounted her great unicorn. Ann'wn waited a moment, unsure of getting up on this horse.
    Finally tired of waiting, Sle'nel’ laughed and teased Ann'wn, “Finally found your own weakness, oh great warrior?"
    The High Queen laughed lightly, wanting neither of them to leave. The horse began to turn as Ann'wn got settled upon her. Sle'nel’ held out her arm to San'lr'in'thel'ineln’ while The High Queen held out hers in return. As R'lodin'lindor took to the skies, their energies connected, each feeling the other's love.
    R'lodin'lindor flew faster than Sle'nel’ had experienced with her prior. There was to be no sightseeing this journey, as R'lodin'lindor understood well the urgency of the mission.
    Sle'nel’ laughed at Ann'wn, “Ann'wn, you hold me as if you wish to squeeze out my insides. Relax. R'lodin'lindor will not let you fall."
    "Yes, my Faiere Princess. I was just ensuring your safety."
    "Most certain, Ann'wn. Most certain."
    They flew in silence for the remainder of the way, Ann'wn stunned at the feeling of flying upon the great horse, and Sle'nel’ focusing upon the mission. She noticed that R'lodin'lindor flew high, well above notice from the ground. As a bird flew, the line straight to the Sorcerer Women of the Mountain wasn't an overly long distance for the likes of R'lodin'lindor. By mideve, they had arrived quietly in the village of the Sorcerer Women.
    Sle'nel’ turned to Ann'wn as they dismounted, “I will retrieve the Dungaras and the baby. You will travel with them back to the Isle. R'lodin'lindor will return for A'lon'lden and me. Remain here and watch for signs of our enemies.” She turned to R'lodin'lindor, “Should any approach, fly swiftly from here. You must take no risk."
    Sle'nel’ went quickly to the main hut. Ann'wn watched the skies silently, seeing nothing. She unpacked her Elfin Faiere Princess’ staff, then waited for her.
    Sle'nel’ spent more moments explaining the situation to the Sorcerer Women than she had planned. Once they understood, she then had to explain it to the Dungaras, and then to A'lon'lden, who didn't know of Sle'nel'. The Dungaras trusted Sle'nel’ however, and explained the plan to A'lon'lden. Finally, Sle'nel’ said to A'lon'lden, “I am taking you to see The High Queen. Your lives are at risk here, and we must take you to safety."
    A'lon'lden wasn't entirely well from her injuries, or from her deeply hidden and tortured memories, but felt safe in Sle'nel's company, so finally agreed to the journey. After many more moments of explaining what they would be