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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
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The Ring

Derya stared down at the man who stood on bended knee before her, and despite what this union would mean for her future, warmth settled around her heart as if this was not a marriage of convenience arranged by fate.

The ring was just a physical reminder that she would never see her home again, but the invisible mark on her hand that only supernaturals could see was already as forceful a claim.

“Princess Derya, will you take my hand in marriage?” he asked, and their eyes met.

“Yes, Prince Andor, I will take your hand in marriage.” How can such simple words shape their future and reshape everything about them?

Not as dramatically as the rune, though, but close enough.

He got to his feet, and they were only inches apart as their lips met in a chaste kiss that sparked fire through her veins, warmed her heart, and caused a strange sense of elation to take hold of her even as her heart contracted.