Rended Souls (The Dark Heart Chronicles Book 3) by Daniel Kuhnley

Author:Daniel Kuhnley [Kuhnley, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Drezhn Publishing LLC
Published: 2019-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

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Morcinda sat on the plush couch in the receiving room outside King Zaridus’s bedchamber, her mind focused not on how the king would react to the news of war but of his daughter’s abilities. Prince Rictar paced back and forth in an apparent attempt to wear down one length of the teal-and-black rug he trampled. Princess Zelanora stood in the far corner, as close to the shadows as possible, and chewed on her fingernails. She spat them into the fire.

From the moment she’d arrived in Vallah Harbor that morning, events had twisted in ways Morcinda never would’ve contemplated. Growing up on the seas, she’d accustomed herself to handle unforeseen situations and circumstances. In fact, she’d thrived on them and relished the exhilaration of living in the moment without knowing what might happen or come next. Those who sailed with her had called her The Fearless One, and she’d lived up to her reputation, but something about the current situation set her on edge. Fear crept into the corners of her mind and spun webs of uncertainty.

How will Zaridus react?

She couldn’t be sure, but Zelanora was his daughter, and he seemed to care deeply for her. However, after the strange circumstances and events surrounding Queen Lanara’s death, she had to wonder if love alone would keep her safe.

Her left hand rested on her dagger’s ivory handle. She had no plans of using it, especially against King Zaridus, but she’d do everything in her power to keep Princess Zelanora safe. It was the least she could do for Lanara after failing to save her so many years ago.

One day I will get to the truth of your death, Lanara.

The bedchamber doors creaked as they swung outward. Two handmaids backed away from the doorway, continually bowing to the man who stood just inside the two doors.

King Zaridus.

Princess Zelanora stuck to the shadows but ceased ravishing her fingernails. She slipped her gloves back on. Prince Rictar continued to pace, seemingly unaware of his father’s presence.

Like Prince Rictar, King Zaridus wore a tunic as well, but his was teal instead of white. A similar silver belt cinched the tunic at his waist, and silver sandals hugged his feet. A turquoise-dyed fur cape rested on his broad shoulders, and turquoise, silver, and black necklaces hung from his thick neck. The man was well muscled but held a bit of extra weight around his waist and in his face. Silver locks, full of curls, draped his shoulders. A silver crown with many peaks sat atop his head, a bit off-kilter, and held his hair away from his clean-shaven face. Turquoise jewels lined the crown, each centered beneath a corresponding peak.

He held a silver scepter in his beefy left hand but didn’t lean upon it for support as he walked into the receiving room. His deep-set, icy-blue gaze locked onto Morcinda, and a smile curled his lips.

“Lady Morcinda.” His tone chilled her.

She rose to greet him as he crossed the room. He moved his scepter to his right hand and proffered his left.

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