Fantasy Romance
The pieces of wood that had seemed so foolish strapped to his feet in the throne room were a boon on the endless expanses of unbroken snow.
But Prince Thomas didn’t mention it, nor did the two shadow warriors he traveled with.
For the best. They had all crossed enemy lines three moons ago, and Prince Thomas had no idea when or if he would see his home again.
How in the seven hells could it be this cold?
Prince Thomas couldn’t understand how anyone would want to live in a land where water turned solid much less shed blood for it.
But his family needed him to do this. Ilyious needed him to do this. He wouldn’t disappoint them.
Not now. Not ever.
War.
Claudia closed her eyes. Not again.
“I will join Prince Siegfried on the front lines. If something happens to me, it will be up to you to carry on the Whitecliff name,” her brother said.
Claudia wrapped both of her hands around his. “I am coming with you.”
Claudia paced as she thought through her prayer and found her brother alone in the great hall with an untouched glass of wine beside him.
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head.
“Tell me.” Claudia crouched beside him. While he was almost ten summers her senior, she had been his confidant and voice of reason since Anton’s death.
“King Garon wants war.”
There were no spells in any of Claudia’s books large enough, powerful enough, to destroy all of Ilyious.
No matter how much she studied, how much she was willing to give up, there was no way to end the wars once and for all.
But she would not give up.
She closed her eyes and prayed to the Moon Dragon.
As they said their final goodbyes to Claudia’s brother, no one cried.
No one said anything.
Another death. Another family suffering. Another casualty of war.
Claudia was done with war, and she would do anything to stop it.