The Elven Lord's Concubine: Volume One (Esryian Tales Book 1) by Leona Sure

Author:Leona Sure [Sure, Leona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-01-23T16:00:00+00:00

The Former Concubine

Cera stretched upon waking, groaning as her muscles and her gown protested the movement. Rolling onto her stomach, she blindly grasped for the ties hidden in the sides of her gown. She found one and tugged at it until it came loose enough for her to properly yawn.

When she sat up, she found herself in her own bed, which she recognized only by the gold blankets and abundance of pillows. She'd yet to do much sleeping in it.

Memories of the night before came to her in a gentle wave, and she recalled drifting to sleep in Isael's arms. The high lord was nowhere to be seen, only the chirping of morning songbirds breaking the silence of her large chamber.

She unfurled her palm to find that she was still holding the flower that he'd given her. The one she'd made bloom with life magic. She got up and went to the vanity, setting the small flower down next to the diamond that had come loose from the diadem. She'd forgotten to tell Isael about it and wondered what it meant.

The diamond was still a diamond, which meant that it must have been illusory magic. Unless life magic could somehow allow her to turn a stone into a flower, and then back to stone. If it was illusory magic, then that meant she might have the ability to project her illusions, though she still didn't understand how she could have done it.

As she pondered the two flowers, it occurred to her that this was only the second time she'd been alone in well over a week. The first had been the night that Isael had given her his blood. Any peace she might have felt then had been abruptly shattered when she'd begun her transformation.

Now mostly settled in her new skin and untroubled by intrusive images, at least for the moment, she could appreciate the comfort that came with solitude. Her present life was so different than in Atera, where she'd been largely left alone in her room when she was not on display for guests. Rather than feel lonely, she'd relished her time to herself. Visitors to her room had seldom come bearing good news.

A sudden rhythmic rapping noise drew her attention to her chamber door. Cera walked to the door as the rapping continued but was hesitant to open it. As she debated reaching for the handle, the door swung open.

Maewyn entered in a rush of perfumed air. She was wearing crimson and green robes, her fiery hair pulled up in a tight bun. Her eyes swept over Cera as she passed, her red lips pursing.

"Why did you not answer?" Maewyn asked, stalking in the direction of Cera's closet. "And why are you still wearing your gown from last night? Are you not capable of changing into your own night gown? Or dressing yourself in the morning? Did our lord bring you directly to your room last night?"

Cera gently closed the door and started after Maewyn.

"Which of those

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.