The Prince of Powys by Cornelia Amiri

Author:Cornelia Amiri
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cornelia Amiri, The Prince of Powys, Young Adult, Magic, Sword and sorcery, Celtic, Welsh, Celtic Mythology, fantasy, druids, historical, medieval, Celtic Romance, mystical, romance, Celtic fantasy, Wales, heroes, myth and legend, medieval romance, Saxon, love story, love, coming of age, quest, warriors, treasure, forbidden love, sweet romance, pagan, Eternal Press
Publisher: Damnation Books
Published: 2012-01-07T05:00:00+00:00

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She scurried to the ladies’ bower with Leri limping behind. They entered and dropped down onto cushioned chairs. At Leri’s order, a servant filled the wooden tub with heated water. Branda sensed she was close to discovering the treasure. The memory of the fallen stone Leri had pointed out to her kept teasing her mind. There was something odd but she couldn’t figure it out. She had to go back and look at that stone again, but not now. She had enough of the tombs for today.

Branda shed her torn, smelly clothes, climbed into the tub and sat down. She washed the soot and muck off her skin and lay back in the soothing bath.

“My turn.” Leri sat in the chair, examining her leg to make sure there were no cuts or swelling other than her skinned knee. “You’ve been there a good while.”

Branda rose and dried herself off as Leri sent servants to bring two more buckets of clean, heated water.

She walked to the bed and looked down at Leri’s leg. “Are you all right?”

“Yes. It’s just scrapes and bruises.” Leri pushed herself off the bed, hobbled over to the tub, and gingerly climbed in.

A servant helped Branda dress into a red Celtic gown and plaited her hair into four long braids. The other serving girl returned with the additional buckets of clean, hot water and poured it in the tub. Leri managed to keep her skinned knees out of the water, but as this downpour splashed on her scrapes, she cringed from the sting.

Branda lay down on the bed. Warm and relaxed, she drifted off into a peaceful nap. In her dream she called out to Blaise. He appeared before her, handsome as ever, with his fluffy red hair, bright-blue eyes, brawny shoulders and muscular thighs. The image roused a warm, tingling sensation through her body.

She called to him in her dream. “Do not worry about my sire or yours. Even though you have gone to get the ransom from my father, do not be troubled. I won’t have to return to him. I can stay with you.”

A wide smile broke on his lips. “Is this true? You are to be mine?”

“Yes, oh yes, my love. An ancient god of your people appeared to me and sent me on a quest for treasure and this prize. When I find it, it will allow me to stay with you. Bran has spoken.”

Blaise covered her mouth with his and a sweet, melting sensation filled her. He slid and twisted his lips over hers as he hungrily kissed her. Then he pulled her into the warmth of his arms, so male and embracing, and carried her away into his bower at Dinas Bran. She woke from the dream and opened her eyes.

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