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464 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 19, 2024
Not many, she admitted. She’d been met by guards when she’d entered the city. She’d been escorted to the dungeon when she’d first confirmed Berinth’s identity for Tarkhany’s royal authorities. She’d interacted with the servants as they’d brought her meals and helped her bathe and dress. Other than that, she’d only had a few peculiar exchanges with Zita. The barest curiosities sparkled in Samael’s expression. “Peculiar how?” She amended that she didn’t know whether or not the exchanges were typical for Tarkhany culture, seeming rather embarrassed as she recalled the scolding she’d received on her ignorance of the other kingdoms. “And the prince?”like wtf is this writing???
Her chest and hips curved generously, which had been a refreshing testament of confidence in a world that glorified starving itself for social norms.
While Tyr and Dwyn had gilded undertones darker than the average pink skin in Farehold, they were ashen compared to the rich dark browns of the citizens of Midnah. There’d be no chance of maneuvering through the streets undetected.
“First, we ask you where Berinth is, and you send us to the desert. The man is clearly of Farehold blood. He’s not a Tarkhany man."
Why would he seek asylum in a country where he’d stand out as the only fae paler than the sand?”