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Queen Morgiana is faced with the worst possible of fates. Once she takes the throne, her world will be destroyed. In order to save her people she must marry a man whom she considers beneath her and travel to a new world, a thousand years away.
Sorento has always known who will be his wife. When the Man Gods declare it will be Queen Morgiana, he is beside himself. Even knowing that their union is the only hope for his people, he is concerned for his future with a woman he does not love.
Once in the new world, their love is given the opportunity to grow, but can it take root when two strong willed people occupy the same dwelling? His lack of interest in her and her limited skills where housekeeping are concerned threaten to tear them apart.
“Your father wishes to speak with you, Princess.”
Morgiana looked up from her tapestry to see her father’s personal physician standing beside her.
“Is he worse?” she questioned, not at all certain she wanted to hear the answer.
“I’m afraid the words His Highness wants to speak will be his last. You must hurry. Time is of the essence.”
Morgiana stuck the needle into the work in front of her and pushed back her chair. Fear clutched at her heart as she got to her feet. In her sixteen turnings of the seasons, her father had always been there for her.
In seven journeys of the sun, the Man Gods were due to return. With them, they would bring a prince from a far-off kingdom to be her life mate. He would rule the people with her and perpetuate her lineage. Her father could not be dying. He must stand beside her as the Man Gods sacrificed her virginity, and her life mate consummated the marriage. He needed to instruct the young prince in the best ways to rule the people.
Red and white sunbeams played games across the floor of highly polished diamond. Under normal circumstances, Morgiana would have enjoyed the prisms of light, which brought the room to life. Unfortunately, nothing had been normal since her father took to his sick bed.
Her soft slippers made no noise as she hurried across the solarium to the great staircase leading to the upper story of the palace.
Outside the door to the royal apartment, Quagar, her father’s life-long friend and valet, stood guard. The sadness in his eyes confirmed the words of the physician.
“Your father awaits you, Your Highness.”
“Since when are you so formal with me, Quagar?”
“Since the day of your rule has dawned. Before the tri-moons rise, you will be queen and I, your loyal subject. I pray you will grant my petition and allow me to join your father on his funeral pyre.”
A lump formed in Morgiana’s throat and tears stung her eyes. She could no more abide the loss of Quagar, than she could that of her father. How many times had he calmed her fears when dreadful dreams dominated her sleep time? The thought of granting his petition tore at her heartstrings, but to do less would be a dishonor to her father’s loyal servant.
“I pray I will not have to deal with such a request for many turnings of the seasons to come.”
Quagar nodded sagely and pressed the button to open the door to her father’s apartment complex. Memories of the carefree days of childhood flooded her mind as she walked across the informal sitting room to her father’s sleeping chamber. As though by magic, the door slid open to allow her entrance.
“Morgiana, my child, come closer so I may gaze upon your lovely face.”
She gasped at how weak her father’s voice sounded. Only one journey of the sun ago, it had been as authoritative as always. How could this have happened in so short a time?
“I can see by the look on your face, that what you see is shocking to you. Please do not mourn. My time is over.”
“It cannot be, Father. I will call your physician. He will surely be able to bring you back to health.”
“No, my child, there is nothing anyone can do. The prophecy must be fulfilled.”
“What prophecy?” Her father’s statement puzzled her. In all the years of her life, she had never heard of any such thing.
“Since the day of your birth, I have denied the truth in the signs. As a boy, my father told me of the prophecy. It said when the last ruler, born of the people, comes from the womb of the queen, a second sun will appear. When the last surviving parent of the child dies, so will this world.”
Panic gripped Morgiana’s mind. Was he saying the end of the age was at hand?
Book Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
No. of Pages: 276
Paper Weight (lb): 11.8
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