Exiles From The Sacred Land (Book 2) by Mark Tyson

Author:Mark Tyson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Epic Fantasy
Published: 2014-08-05T23:00:00+00:00

Tatrice was horrified. She started rubbing the imprint as if it would simply come off. “What do we do, Shadesilver? I can’t be married to Bren.”

“Thanks for that. Bren said.

“I don’t mean it that way. You are a wonderful man. I just can’t be married because of Dorenn.”

Shadesilver shrugged. “You aren’t betrothed to him, are you? What does it hurt?”

“Shadesilver!” Tatrice was surprised she would say such a thing. “No, we are not betrothed, but it is understood, I think.”

“There is no such thing as getting unmarried here in this part of the world. Couples separate sometimes but remain married until one of them dies. Hmm, I wonder if that’s why they go to war so easily,” Shadesilver mused.

“We aren’t from here,” Tatrice pointed out. “Is there a way?”

“Of course, you two didn’t have a clue what you were doing. Technically, the imprints signify you are married, but since you didn’t know what you were consenting to, I am sure they will remove them and you can go back to the way you were. We will go back to the place you were married in the morning and explain it to them.”

Tatrice awoke the next morning to the sound of a male voice, and also Shadesilver’s voice. Normally it would not have startled her awake, but this male voice sounded angry. As soon as she became fully awake, she realized the male voice was Morgoran, and she could guess what he was angry about. She got out of bed and hastily got dressed. She tied up her hair and made herself look presentable before entering the adjacent inn room where Shadesilver, Bren, and Morgoran sat at a small round table. Morgoran looked up at her and then averted his eyes back to his cup of bittering tea. Tatrice could feel her anger begin to surface. “It was an accident, Morgoran, you don’t have any right—”

“An accident!” He stood from the table, his blue robes catching his chair and pulling it over onto the floor with a thud. “How in the seven shards do you accidentally get married?” After the outburst, Bren stood up to intercept Morgoran, but Morgoran boldly pushed him back down in his chair. “You can remain seated . . . broodlord.”

Tatrice did not miss the sarcasm—broodlord meaning protector of a family of dragons. “Didn’t Shadesilver explain? We are going back to the people who performed the ritual and having it annulled.”

Morgoran picked his chair off the floor and set it upright. “There is no such thing—marriage here is forever. The concept of breaking the bond is paramount to blasphemy of the gods here. If you go out talking of breaking the bond, they will run you out of town or throw you in stocks as a harlot, or worse, outsider or not.”

Tatrice felt her legs go weak under her but recovered her resolve quickly. “There has to be a way.” She looked around the room and noticed Dorenn was not with them. He must have heard.

“There is a way; there is always a way,” Morgoran said.

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