The Beast King's Bride (Warlords 0f Farian Book 1) by Bailey Dark

Author:Bailey Dark [Dark, Bailey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mythology & Folk Tales, Warlords 0f Farian Series, Dangerous & Deadly, Paranormal & Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Supernatural Fantasy, Protection & Safety, Life-Changes, Mythical Creatures, Action & Adventure, SciFi Fantasy Romance, Futuristic, Beautiful & Feisty, Genetic Engineering Fiction, Battling Warlords, Alien Invasion & First Contact, Sci-Fi Romance
Publisher: Bailey Dark
Published: 2019-04-19T04:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Kajo

I could still feel her lips on my neck. I reached up and touched the spot where she had gently kissed me on our way out the door that morning. I caught her eyes across the room and smiled even wider. She winked back at me.

Commander Sasrin coughed under his breath and my attention was brought back to my task. Sasrin was a Curan leader from the other side of Farian. The soldiers he had left at home while he and many others journeyed to the capital for the Day of Joy had been the ones to respond at a simple moment’s notice when we needed them. When the Bordash had turned on us and I had almost lost my life.

Now, Sasrin looked at me in confusion, brow furrowed, and he gestured with a slight flick of his fingers toward the congregation.

“Bring in the spy,” I said, loud into the room. I tore my eyes away from Daphne. It seemed like I could feel our spark even just through our look. I had never known I could feel this way about a woman. The last week of healing had been one of the most joy-filled and peaceful weeks of my life, even while being the most disastrous of my reign. Rhone was still at large somewhere, many Bordash were leaving the Capital, fearing reprisal from their Curan neighbors, and even others were joining Rhone’s cause to rule once again and subjugate or perpetrate genocide.

I would not let any of this happen. It was quite likely that more people would die; but though Rhone was still strong, his forces had been decimated. Largely due to Sasrin’s reinforcements. Still, a harsh hand needed to fall, and it was about to fall on the neck of this Curan traitor…

Three of my soldiers escorted Galoon up the gold-carpeted pathway in my greeting hall. How could a Curan do this? How could he betray me? What pressure or sway did Rhone hold over him? Surely, it must be something very serious, for why else would he betray his race? Not only his race, but his leader…Galoon had once fought beside me in the Civil War. He had spoken with pride of a day when Farian would be at peace, both Bordash and Curan aligned. I had never sensed hatred from him then, not even for Rhone or King Darrs as they both slaughtered civilians indiscriminately. But, now, as they led him up the lines of waiting citizenry and nobility, I could sense hatred from Galoon. I could see it on his face. I could read it through his mind.

“Galoon,” I said, taking my Curan blade from its sheath at my waist. Its blue glow filled the room, the lights from the suspended chandeliers seeming to suck in and diminish. The traditional forging of Curan swords was the pride of my ancestors. The Bordash had grown past us in technology, but we would always hold the skills in magical blades. They had their own type of telekinesis.

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