A general that was almost too fat for his armor waddled over to Prince Randolph. “Your father sent word, Your Highness.” Prince Randolph already knew what his father wanted. The complete and unconditional surrender of the Hallean people. But Randolph would have to kill every last one of them to get it.
Prince Randolph did not understand why the Hallean people would not join with his kingdom. Except he did know. They were proud. Fierce. Independent. Warriors that were said to be cut from the same stone and ice that marked their home. They did not have a place among the “elegance” and “refinement” of his people.
Reader of books. Creator of worlds.
I’ve been reading romance stories since I first discovered Victoria Holt tucked away in my mother’s closet.
My husband later hooked me on fantasy.
Merging my two passions, I started writing fantasy romance. I love a good romance story, especially if it has knights in shining armor, elves, dragons, or wizards.