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Arendon: The Hidden

abstract The fae created "The Veil" with a wizard's help to hide from the manbloods that were hunting them into extinction eons ago. A recent discovery leads Derya to believe that Merlath, the Sorcerer who created the veil, deceived the elves, fairies, and druids who sacrificed their lives and magic to create the magical barrier. It was never meant to be permanent and poses a threat to both Arendon and the human realm, but with Merlath missing, she needs to find the human Oracle, who might be a myth. To do this, she needs to brave the human realm without betraying herself, and she can tell no one of her suspicions because Arendon, like Rohendor (The human realm), is a melting pot at the edge of war. Not having much time before someone discovers her missing, she enters the human world to find the Oracle might be dead, but as she prepares to face her punishment for breaking the law by even crossing the veil, she finds herself saving a halfling elf. This fateful decision rips her entire world asunder when the halfling turns out to be more than an elf and inadvertently connects their fates. This princess lives in the human world under her brother's protection, and with their fates now intertwined, Derya is doomed to spend the rest of her life in Rohendor with a choice: marry the prince and be his wife or be one of his servants. The bond doesn't physically allow her to leave Bailey's side, but by accepting her fate, she can no longer pursue the truth of Merlath's deceit, or can she persuade Bailey, Andor, and Argana that the fate of both their worlds hangs in the balance? Even if she can, can they do anything about it with Merlath missing? Can she trust them, and will she? Find out what fate has in store for our young werewolf princess now that she's no longer even able to shift into her wolf.

CSDreamer1980 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
47 Chs

Adopted

King Altois joined them for dinner in Andor’s private dining room with no one else present. The royal family usually enjoyed their evening meal in the Great Hall with all the other denizens of the castle, something her father would never stoop to do.

Although the meal at the main table and the hearty stew served at the other tables in much plainer plates and goblets did not compare, the staff and soldiers seemed happy to join the family in this ritual that had stood for centuries.

This cozy dining room only seated ten, and it was the first time she was in Andor’s living quarters, but she would soon spend a lot of time here. Like the rooms, a rug covered the floor in a light beige. The walls were paneled with a light wood that was almost white, a crystal chandelier refracted the candlelight, and the furniture was much daintier and more elegant than the thick wooden benches and heavy chairs of the Great Hall. Instead of having wine-red cushions, these were covered in gold navy.