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But Ash is still mine. 
 

 
Chapter One 
 
Steel-shod hooves crushed the new shoots just emerging from the rich earth, trampling 
crops and spring flowers with equally careless disregard. 
We watched the damage in silence. They weren’t our fields, but the penalty for the lost 
production would fall on our heads when autumn rolled around. Still, no one dared to 
protest. These were the King’s Guard of the Harvest, and as such, anything they did carried 
his tacit approval. 
And they didn’t look like they approved of anything they saw as they neared the 
village square. 
Miller’s Croft had never looked so fine, not even when the last Harvest had come, nine 
years ago. I remembered it well, though I’d been only fifteen at the time. The fear, the 
trauma, and the shame our village now tried so desperately to cover. Tried to bury beneath 
the carefully graveled street and freshly thatched roofs. The fear only showed on the faces of 
the painfully hopeful inhabitants, obediently lined up like so many docile cattle. 
All but one, that is. 
My rage simmered hotter as the Guard came nearer, killing any fear of what my father 
would do to me when the Guard moved on. I didn’t care. All I wanted was to still be here in 
 

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this squalid little village when they rode away, and if I received daily beatings for a year 
afterward, that was a price I was willing to pay. Fa glared at me, signaling that I should lower 
my eyes. I simply looked away from him, choosing instead to examine my enemy as they 
rode nearer. 
Horseflesh like this was a joy to behold, regardless of the evil that rode its back. Taller 
at the shoulder than most grown men, the warhorses carried the heavily armored guards as 
effortlessly as our mule carried the youngest babe in the village. Dark eyes scanned their 
surroundings, alert for any dangers. No guard would ever put blinders on his mount. Tales of 
the warhorses were legend, and after seeing them at the last Harvest, I believed every one of 
them. No mere beast could possess such cunning intelligence as I saw behind those eyes. 
Of course, no Fae would ride a mere horse. 
The guards, too, were spectacular masculine specimens. Even the massive horses 
couldn’t make them appear anything less than they were -- tall, broad, and powerful. The 
rulers of the world. Their armor glittered in the noon sun, the hard steel polished to such a 
high shine that the light reflected from it was almost painful. Long hair flowed from beneath 
every helmet, uniformly golden, uniformly gorgeous, and each guard carried enough 
weaponry to fight off an army single-handedly. Faces weren’t so similar, but each was 
dazzling in its own way. There was no such thing as a homely Fae. 
I shook my head, disgusted with myself for even noticing their beauty. I knew what 
these things were. I knew exactly what they thought of us, their human peasants, the 
sentient animals that grew the food for their banquets, provided servants for their palaces 
and slaves for their beds. I had no business thinking of golden hair and dazzling skin when I 
looked at them. Their unearthly beauty hid true evil. 
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the Guard stopped in the square and 
dismounted. All the villagers bowed, some even going to their knees and pressing their 
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It disgusted me. I gave the shortest bow I thought I could get away with. 
They made no speeches and didn’t make us wait. I was grateful, at least, for that little 
mercy. Last time, there had been hours of delay as they sought out the missing ones and 
dragged them to the square. 
This time, we were all here. More than that, we were already divided into our lines -- 
marriageable girls on one side and men on the other. Children hid in the nearest cottages, 
peeking out the windows when the old women and wives weren’t looking themselves. 
Only one guard remained mounted. His armor was silver, like the others’, but touched 
with copper at the shoulder and breastplate. His helm was covered in it but for a line of 
silver around the edges. The commander, for he could be nothing else, swept his eyes over 
us, taking in every detail of the feminine line before him. 
Embroidered skirts fluttered in the sun, stirred by the faint breeze and the 
uncomfortable shuffle of feet not accustomed to shoes. At the near end were my sisters, May, 
Ann, and Angel, all three depressingly lovely, compliant, and, to my mind at least, dumb as 
fever-addled cows. They’d been just faces at the window at the last Harvest, and they clearly 
didn’t know enough to hide their excitement. After them was their gaggle of friends, giggling 
and smiling, without a clue what fate they flirted with. 
Nearer to me, the two sisters I called friends. Linn and Faith held hands, not smiling. 
Like me, they were old enough to remember the last Harvest as participants, not just 
observers, and they understood just what was happening here. Their dresses, clean and 
perfectly serviceable, were nonetheless plain. 
I was at the far end, decked out in my version of finery, chosen specially for the 
occasion, and unlike the other girls, I didn’t meekly bow my head when his eye fell on me. 
His gaze didn’t linger, to my disappointment. He dismounted, pulling off his 
spectacular helm and hanging it on the pommel, and went to the end of the line opposite me. 
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He passed my sisters without a word. I sighed with relief, though they would’ve hated 
me for it. Likewise, he walked past their friends, his blue eyes barely flickering over them. 
There weren’t many people in Miller’s Croft, and fewer unmarried girls, so with each long 
stride that brought him closer to me, my anxiety knotted and built. 
Just before he reached me, he turned his back and went back the other way. He had 
given just the merest look at my friends and didn’t so much as glance at me. 
Faith dared to send me a glance, and I could see my own triumph mirrored there. 
?here is little to desire here, sir,? can see 
now why the king hasn’t visited this dump in nearly a decade.
Someone in line gasped at the insult. I tried hard not to smile. Hopefully this meant 
they’d leave us alone, thank the spirits! 
The commander murmured something in the Fae tongue, a language forbidden for us 
to learn. Half the Guard laughed. I caught a glimpse of the men, my Fa among them, 
stiffening at the suspected insult, but all my attention was on the commander as he walked to 
his magnificent horse. His steps were slow, almost disappointed, and I was terrified he’d turn 
around and decide to have a little fun with us. 
I’d had nightmares about their version of fun for the last nine years. 
Mount up! I thought at him as hard as I could when he hesitated, putting all my anger 
and fear behind it. Just ride away and leave us alone! 
He stopped dead in his tracks. The square fell utterly silent, not even the breeze daring 
to move. The commander turned slowly, and this time his eyes were sharp as he searched 
each face in line. There was no giggling now, no batting of eyelashes or flirtatious smiles. 
Every head bowed before his scrutiny. 
And then he was staring at me, and I glared right back. He would get no bow from me. 
His eyes narrowed, gaze sliding down my body and back up. Despite the care I’d taken 
with my appearance, my cheeks flushed. Those eyes wouldn’t miss a single one of the 
 

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wrinkles I’d so carefully pressed into my dress, nor the tears I’d made and mended with 
deliberate clumsiness, nor the dirt I’d rubbed into the fabric and onto my skin. His eyes 
lingered on my hair, or what was left of it after I’d hacked at it with one of the daggers I’d 
found in Fa’s smithy. 
As I said, I’d made a very special effort with my appearance. 
His gaze returned to mine, and this time I didn’t like the calculation I saw in those 
deep eyes. It was meant to intimidate me, I was certain. 
I refused to be intimidated. The Fae liked their bedslaves docile and compliant, and I 
would not be anything they wanted. Glare all you want, I thought, my eyes never wavering. 
I won’t bow to you. One corner of his sensual mouth twitched, almost as if he would smile, 
but the expression went no further. 
Finally he turned away. I was just about to breathe a relieved sigh when he spoke 
again, this time in the common tongue we all understood. ?hat one at the end is chosen,
said over his shoulder as he mounted his steed with careless grace. ?ash it, then bring it to 
me.
And every jaw in the village dropped with shock. 
Two guards turned my way with reassuring smiles I had no intention of trusting. I 
danced away from their hands, hardly noticing the sharp edges of the gravel digging into my 
callused feet. ? am not an it,
my rudeness didn’t make me stop. To him, I was an it. To the Fae, we all were. ?nd I can 
wash myself!
Settled comfortably atop the stallion again, the commander leaned a negligent elbow 
on his helmet and smiled at me. ?ou’ll forgive my disbelief,
insulting once-over. 
I opened my mouth to protest again, but didn’t get a word out before a rush of icy 
water stole my voice. I whirled to find my Fa beside me, an empty bucket in his hand and no 
 

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sympathy on his hard face. More buckets followed, soaking me to the skin, rinsing away my 
carefully applied camouflage, drenching my perfectly ruined dress and raising goosebumps 
on every inch of skin. My nipples ached with cold, and I crossed my arms over my chest, 
trying to hide them from the suddenly avid stares of the men circling me, dumping more 
water over me. 
?nough,
returned, each grabbing an arm and pulling me out of the chilly puddle the men had made 
around me. I was shuddering with cold -- it was spring, but the days hadn’t yet lost their cool 
breezes -- and one actually wrapped a rich, woolen cloak around me. Before I could be 
shocked by his thoughtfulness, he and his partner started rubbing me vigorously, drying me. 
Amazing how wet they apparently thought my breasts were. 
?nough,
his voice. ?ring it here.
I was brought, wrapped tight in the damp wool cloak that trapped my arms at my sides, 
and lifted. The commander, helm once more in place, caught me around the waist and pulled 
me onto his lap. One strong arm kept me from trying to throw myself off again as he reached 
for the reins with his other hand. 
? am not an it,
motion. At least the movement made the commander shift his grip, loosening the cloak 
enough that I could free my hands. I concentrated on my fear in an attempt to ignore my 
sisters’ jealous faces. Harder to ignore were Faith and Linn’s pity and my Fa’s barely disguised 
glee at being so abruptly relieved of the thorn in his side. 
They were the last glimpses I’d have of them, and every one was horrible. 
The commander laughed. ?e’ll see,
increased their pace. I clung to the pommel, terrified by the height and the power of the 
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Both the one behind me and the one beneath me. 
?o you have a name, little Not-It.
I kept my eyes dead ahead, determined not to look back at the village I so hated, and 
where I had prayed so hard to remain. ?ane,?aughter of Tom the 
Blacksmith.
?ane da’Smithy,?hat a plain little name for a mindspeaker. I am 
Commander Rynnaut. You may call me Ryn, and you can loosen your death-grip on the 
saddle. I won’t let you fall.
? wish you would.’s 
steel-shod hooves was a better fate than being given to the Fae king. 
Ryn’s body stiffened behind me, making me clutch the pommel tighter. ?ou should be 
honored to be so chosen, mindspeaker,
masking a blade of anger. 
This time, the word mindspeaker penetrated the fog of shock and reached me. I’d never 
heard of such a thing. ?hy do you call me that.
Because it is what you are. This time, Ryn’s answer was in my mind, not my ears. And 
because I am also a mindspeaker. You would be well advised to guard your thoughts, little 
Not-It, for I will see them all. 
I closed my eyes, fighting back tears of pure fear. It was just as I had feared it would be, 
exactly what I had imagined when I’d planned what I would do today. My body was just a 
thing to be used, a gift for the Fae king, and now not even my mind would be my own. 
Being chosen meant going to hell, pure and simple. 
 
We arrived at the camp an hour later, and it was like nothing I could have imagined. 
The forest surrounded us, unbroken by any sign of habitation. Ryn suddenly gave a 
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greet us. These Fae weren’t dressed in gilded armor. They wore padded leathers of black and 
green and brown, and even their golden hair was darkened. My eyes widened as I watched 
the tents seemingly melt into being out of the shadows of the forest. 
I’d been intimidated by the score of guards who’d ridden into Miller’s Croft. Now I was 
surrounded by at least twice that many, and I was almost certain there were more still hiding 
around us. I wasn’t even positive I could see all of the tents. 
Ryn halted his stallion in a small clearing and dismounted, leaving me clinging 
precariously to the pommel again before he remembered to lift me down. He steadied me 
until I caught my balance, then pushed me toward one of the camouflaged sentries. ?ind it 
something decent to wear,
I gripped the still-wet cloak tighter, humiliated. I wanted to scream after him, but the 
sudden appearance of so many more guards stole my voice. I am NOT an it! I screamed with 
my mind instead. It was as much of a test of this mindspeaking ability he insisted I possessed 
as it was a protest. 
A wiser woman would show some control over her temper. Ryn’s reply was cool in my 
mind. The king does not appreciate undue shows of emotion. 
I seethed as the sentry led me away. Undue shows of emotion. I’d just been kidnapped 
from my village, taken from everyone and everything I’d ever known, been told I was to be 
the Immortal King’s newest bed toy -- and my fear and anger were undue. I was so furious I 
could hardly breathe. 
The sentry led me to the largest tent and waited silently for me to enter. Without Ryn 
there, my anger died. Suddenly, getting out of this ruined dress and the wet wool were all I 
wanted, and I went inside without an argument. Fighting now wouldn’t help, not when I 
was surrounded by so many guards and their legendary horses. I would have to plan my 
escape carefully if it was ever going to work. 
 

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I wiped that thought from my mind as fast as I could. Ryn could clearly get inside my 
head. If he knew I planned to run at the first opportunity, I’d never get one. 
Four feminine squeals met me when I dropped the flap closed behind me. I stared, 
astonished, as four lovely maidens rushed over and hugged me as if I were their long-lost 
sister. 
If anything could make me feel less human than Ryn’s mocking insistence on calling 
me ?t,
?h, look, another lucky one!
happy excitement. ?ome in, come join us!
A pair of copper-haired angels took my arms and propelled me deeper into the tent, 
where a dusky-skinned beauty was opening trunks with abandon. ?here should be 
something gorgeous in here for you,
them on the floor with careless disregard for their obvious value. 
? don’t want anything gorgeous,ted, only now realizing that the four were all 
dressed as queens. Creamy ivory silk adorned the brunette’s hourglass figure, the light color 
darkening her eyes into deep pools of mystery. One of the red-haired twins wore green 
velvet, enhancing the rich emerald of her eyes, and her sister was a vision in lavender 
brocade. And the dusky one, a woman so slender it looked like the merest breeze would 
topple her, wore a stunning yellow gown trimmed in real cloth of gold. It made her skin 
gleam like fine mahogany. 
All of them wore shimmering veils of impossibly intricate lace over their long hair, 
each secured with a twisted circlet of silver and copper. 
I clutched the wet wool cloak tighter, hideously aware of my awkwardly hacked-off 
hair. These beauties had obviously been adorned with the best their villages could provide 
and been offered as lovely gifts to the Fae. My own gown, the plainest I’d ever owned even 
 

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before I’d ruined it, was shameful in comparison. ?one of them would fit me,
again, but they took no more notice of that than they had of my first words. 
There was no way I could dare to don anything like what they so casually wore. I 
wasn’t built like these goddesses. I was the daughter of a blacksmith, and every line and bone 
of my body proclaimed that fact. My arms weren’t slender, and my shoulders were broad -- 
I’d been carrying wood and raw iron since almost the day I could walk. My breasts were too 
big and my hips were wider than any of theirs, even without the padding I knew they wore 
beneath their dresses. My hands bore the calluses of real work, and my feet were more 
accustomed to being bare than shod. 
I was a peasant, born and bred for manual labor, and I was in the midst of ladies. 
?’m Viviana,
friendship. I wasn’t sure. No one had ever smiled at me quite so openly, not even Linn and 
Faith. ?y sister is Elana.
? am Celestine,ne, still digging in the trunks. 
?nd I’m Lisayne,
My heart sank. Each of these perfect creatures had been named for Fae queens. If it had 
been possible, I would’ve happily fallen into a pit and pulled it closed over me. ? am Jane,I 
said, my voice uncharacteristically faint. Best to get this over with, I thought, and plunged 
on. ?aughter of Tom, blacksmith of Miller’s Croft.
I closed my eyes, waiting for the gasps of shock and not wanting to watch those pretty 
faces close as they withdrew their offers of friendship. 
?elcome, Jane,
my eyes. 
They were all still smiling, and Celestine had given up on the trunks long enough to 
hold out her hands to me. ? blacksmith! How fascinating!
appearance of meaning it. ?y Fa would never let me go to watch our smithy at work. He 
 

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said the sparks would burn me. Is that why your hair is so short, to protect you from the 
sparks.
?oes your Fa make fine jewelry, like this.
her head. 
?e’s no silversmith -- he makes nails and horseshoes, mostly,
else to say, but Lisayne was speaking even before I finished. 
?hat think you of the armor the Guard wear.?sn’t it 
lovely. I’ve never seen a Fae before this. Had you any idea they were so beautiful.
Somehow, while they chattered, one of them had taken my cloak away. I realized with 
sudden, painful embarrassment that my horrible excuse for a dress was revealed only when 
they all paused to look at me. 
Celestine cocked her head to the side, staring hard. The Fae, desperate for females to 
wed, since almost all Fae babies were male, didn’t care if their brides were nobility or 
peasants or anything in between, but humans didn’t share that tolerance. I braced myself 
again for the sharp dismissal I knew was my due -- humans might be less than Fae, but some 
of us were even less than others. I had no right to be here with these privileged creatures. 
Then Celestine turned her back on me, as I’d known she would. I bowed my head and 
reached for the wool. 
Lisayne already had it, though. She tossed it straight out the flap at the front of the 
tent, ignoring my gasp. By then, Celestine had turned her attention back to me, and she held 
a mass of multihued fabric in her hands. 
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Chapter Two 
 
?adies, ’tis the dinner hour. Do you sup here, or join us beneath the stars.
The deep voice startled me so much that the dress I was attempting to fold slithered 
through my nerveless fingers to the floor. Over the last hours since the ladies had groomed, 
trimmed, gowned, and veiled me, I’d learned a thing or two about them. 
One surprise was that the trunks of fine garments in the tent were not theirs. Celestine 
had been avidly emptying and exploring each one, Lisayne trying on almost everything 
while Elana and Viviana oohed and aahed. I’d been following behind, trying to rescue each 
bit of finery as they cast it aside. 
None of the ladies seemed the slightest bit surprised to hear the Fae calling to us 
through the tent flap. ?onight, we will dine with you,
leader, proclaimed. The others giggled, and she winked at me. 
I couldn’t wink back. It was bad enough for me to be wearing these clothes, things I 
had no right to touch. To pretend to deserve them was unconscionable. 
But the gown! I hadn’t been able to refuse it. Made of fine linen the color of a new leaf, 
the skirt and sleeves were heavy with embroidery. Flowers of every description bloomed 
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the swells of my breasts with every breath I took, and I wished for a shawl to cover myself. 
That scooped neckline made my overlarge bosom look lush, my broad shoulders seem 
ladylike instead of mannish. The long, intricately stitched sleeves hid my callused hands. No 
padding added to the girth of my hips. Celestine had even managed to find a pair of fine 
leather slippers to match, and they were so soft and supple that even my shoe-sensitive feet 
were comfortable in them. 
I patted the lace veil over my short hair self-consciously. At least I’d been able to stop 
them from giving me a circlet. The veil was held in place by a ribbon, and it was still too fine 
for me. 
Celestine didn’t let me pull away from them. She walked over, every step a study in 
grace, and linked her arm through mine. ?ou must come out of your shadow, Jane, 
said, her voice teasing. ?ow will you ever catch one of these gorgeous Fae if you don’t.
? don’t want one,
Celestine laughed at me as she drew me out of the tent. ?’ll have yours, then,d 
with another outrageous wink. I ducked my head, embarrassed. 
You bow to her and not to me. 
Ryn’s voice in my head made me gasp. My head jerked up as I searched for him in vain. 
That copper-and-silver armor was nowhere to be found, and all the Fae were so damned 
similar! 
Lisayne kicked my ankle when I froze, and when I looked at her, her eyes flickered to 
the left. ?omeone’s staring,
perfect rosebud lips. 
I glanced to the left and found Ryn. 
He was dressed all in black this time, his golden hair falling in a braid over one 
shoulder as he leaned against a tree. That infuriating mouth held a hint of a smile at my 
discomfort. His face, all hard planes and angles, was almost rugged, by Fae standards. His 
 

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eyes were all but black as I met his gaze, and without knowing why I did it, I squared my 
shoulders in silent challenge. 
I’ll bow to your horse before I bow to you, I thought back, hating him for everything 
he’d done to me today. 
That hint of a smile became a full-out grin. I shall let Thunder know of your interest at 
once, little Not-It. 
I borrowed a move I’d learned from Viviana in the last hour and turned up my nose at 
him. Somehow, putting on airs didn’t seem so bad when they were used to annoy him. Then 
Celestine was tugging at my arm again, and I turned my back on Ryn’s mocking laughter and 
followed her toward the smell of roasting meat. 
It was a feast like I’d never had before. We were tempted with slabs of rare venison 
tender enough to melt in my mouth. Four vegetables, all fresh, none of them potatoes. Soft, 
sweet bread, slathered with enough butter to make it glisten. My first taste of wine, the rich, 
slightly sweet liquid sending a delicious shiver through me with every sip, and my goblet 
was never empty. We had a choice of three different sweets afterward, and though I was full 
to bursting, I had to have a bite of each. 
?orgive us for the meager fare,?ou will be 
greeted at the palace by a fine feast more worthy of you, if you can endure until then.
My breath caught in my throat at the thought of it. More food than this. I knew I was 
betraying my peasant roots with my astonishment, but when I tried to hide my reaction by 
looking away, my gaze collided with Ryn’s. 
Not knowing why I did it, I sighed and let myself stare at him. He really was a gorgeous 
creature, beautiful and sleek. A walking god with a heart of dung. Still, I could look at him 
forever. Never had I seen a more perfect set of shoulders, a more capable pair of big hands. 
It’s almost too bad I won’t see him again afte I escape, I thought, and realized my mistake 
even before his soft gaze sharpened. 
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Suddenly he was on his feet and striding toward me, and my wine-soaked lassitude 
vanished. I tried to spring up and get away, but I wasn’t accustomed to either the slippers or 
the voluminous skirt of my gown, and I had barely made it to my feet before his hands closed 
over my elbows. 
?re you unwell, Jane.
?’ll care for her. Don’t interrupt your meal.
Ryn’s voice cut across anything I could say. His arm firmly around my waist, he 
hurried me away from the banquet. ?on’t be foolish,issed when I tried to dig in my 
heels and resist him. ?o one here will help you get away from me.
?hy can’t you let me go.
my own voice. He didn’t even hesitate as he dragged me past the tent I’d shared with the 
ladies and farther into the wood, and I panicked. ? don’t want to be with a Fae, Ryn. Please 
let me go! You don’t want me for yourself. Why would you give a peasant to your king. I 
have nothing a Fae wants.
Ryn laughed, and it wasn’t a pretty sound. ?h, you have something we want, little 
Jane,
around me to keep me from falling, and I grabbed his shoulders for balance. 
My gasp died against his mouth. 
Ryn tangled his fingers in my hair when I would have jerked away, trapping me there 
while he ruthlessly parted my lips and licked his way inside. I gasped all over again at the 
invasion. Yes, I’d seen people kiss like this, but never had it happened to me. Now that it 
was, I didn’t have any kind of clue what to do. 
He didn’t seem to need my help, though. He groaned and dragged me closer, turning 
and pressing me against a tree, his hard body trapping me there. My heart kicked against my 
ribs. His tongue caressed mine, withdrew, traced my lips, then plunged deep again. I was 
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Ah, Veru, yes, Jane, just like that, he groaned in my mind, the touch of his thoughts 
sending heat sizzling between my thighs. This dress is temptation itself, sweeting. I want to 
rip it off you and see you again as I saw you today. 
The image filled my mind -- me, standing barefoot in the gravel, my short blonde curls 
sopping wet and my dress plastered to my skin. The water made the thin material almost 
transparent. His memory focused on my breasts, their lush curve beneath the wet fabric, my 
nipples dark, taut, and very obvious. Another cascade of water splashed down my body, 
tightening my nipples even more, deepening the shadow between my thighs and running in 
rivulets down my bare legs. It was more revealing than nudity, this, and his vicious arousal at 
the sight seared my mind. Oh, spirits, had I really looked like that. 
I wasn’t given time to feel mortified. His hand swept up from my waist, stroking boldly 
over my breast before yanking the deep neckline aside. I whimpered as his rough hand 
cupped my tender flesh, his thumb scraping over my nipple. 
Feel what a Fae can give you, he growled in my mind as he pinched my stiff nipple, 
sending a surge of wicked pleasure shooting straight down to my toes, making me moan. His 
triumph echoed through me. You should know what you’re refusing, sweet Jane. I’ll show 
you. 
I wanted to tell him no, but his mouth was still sealed to mine, and I couldn’t seem to 
get enough air. When he broke the wild kiss, any breath I had left hissed out as he fell to his 
knees before me and sucked my nipple deep into his mouth. ?yn!
came out as a choked whisper. He bit down on the tender peak, sending a new jolt of heat 
shooting down between my thighs. 
I reached out and caught the branches beside me with both hands, trying to keep my 
knees from giving out. Ryn growled and pulled my bodice further down, exposing my other 
breast. When he pinched both nipples at the same moment, I cried out and almost fell 
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He buried his face between my breasts, his breath coming as fast as mine. ?his is more 
than I intended,’d said it aloud. His hands 
were at my ankles now, then sliding up my legs. ?eru, Jane, you’re sweeter than I thought 
you’d be, and now I need to taste all of you.
?hat -- what do you mean.
slid higher. 
?ou’ll see.
he’d revealed. ?ell, perhaps you’ll only feel.
I had no idea what he intended. Maybe I would have stopped him had I known, or at 
least tried to, but I didn’t. The next thing I knew, he’d dropped my skirts down over his own 
head, his fingers once more toying with my hard nipples while he shouldered my thighs 
apart and buried his mouth between them. 
It was so unexpected, I almost screamed. Only the pinch of his fingers on my nipples 
kept me from it, stealing my breath so that all I was able to do was moan. I tried to close my 
thighs, to block his tongue as it zeroed in on the one place no one had ever seen, the place I’d 
only ever touched when I knew I was alone, and he released my breasts to grab my hips and 
hold me still. 
You’re not escaping me, he growled in my head, punctuating every word with a thrust 
of his tongue deep inside me. By the spirits, you taste so damn good. I’m going to lick you 
until you come, Jane, until you fill my mouth with your cream and make these damn woods 
echo with your screams. 
The heat was building with every flick of his tongue over that ultra-sensitive nub of 
flesh between my thighs. Missing his hands on my breasts, I let go of the tree and pinched 
my nipples just as he had, moaning as he suckled my clit between his teeth. When he flicked 
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couldn’t scream, couldn’t make a sound, as I ground myself against his face, as his desire and 
his sharp, vicious pleasure at making me come filled my mind. 
He caught me when I collapsed, easing me down to the ground as he pushed my skirts 
off his head. I just lay there, too shocked by what he’d just done to me to move, watching 
him stare at me. Slowly, I realized what a debauched picture I must make, my bodice pushed 
down to free my breasts, my skirt hiked up to my waist. Ryn’s eyes were almost black as he 
watched me come back to myself. 
I tried to shove my skirt back down, but he stopped me. ?et me look at you,
murmured, his palm rubbing the front of his pants. ?h, Jane, what have you done to me. 
I’m so hard, I won’t be able to walk for a week.
No peasant is ignorant of sex for long. We live without privacy, and very, very few girls 
are virgins when they go to their husbands. I was one of the rare ones, but that didn’t mean I 
didn’t know what he was doing. I’d seen enough rutting behind sheds and in fields to know 
exactly what he was stroking and just what he wanted to do with it. 
And for the first time in my life, I hungered for the sight of it, rather than turning 
away in disgust. 
He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, as if he’d caught the thought in my mind. 
?ou don’t know what you’re asking for,’t asked for anything. 
And I wouldn’t ask, either. Not Ryn. Not this too-proud Fae who wanted to rule me 
and who’d already commanded this overwhelming response from me. I wanted to command 
him now, just for a moment. 
So I reached up, pushed his hand aside, and pressed my palm against the hard length of 
his cock. 
Ryn threw back his head, clenching his fists. ?on’t tease me,
him, learning the shape of the first cock I’d ever dared to touch. ?ither finish me or leave 
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I untied the laces of his pants and let my hand slide inside. ?ay please,
closing my fingers around his hot length. ?ay please, and I’ll finish you.
Suddenly my hand was knocked aside and Ryn was on top of me, his cock free of the 
soft leather pants and riding hard between my thighs. ?ou will never hear me beg,
snarled, the thick heat of his cock pressing against my still-tingling clit. 
He thrust, sliding against my flesh in a delicious caress, riding my clit. Another thrust, 
and he still didn’t slide that cock inside me. ?yn!
wanting him to do it. I didn’t care that I didn’t like him -- my body was on fire, and I wanted 
him inside me. I was wild with my first taste of sex, as drunk on it as I’d been on my first 
glasses of wine. 
He pinned my hips ruthlessly, stopping me from impaling myself on him. ? won’t take 
what belongs to the king,
a new thrust. He bent his golden head and sucked my nipple into his mouth again, biting me, 
licking me, and this time when I came, he shuddered and groaned against me. Something hot 
and wet splashed over my thighs as he thrust again and again, suckling hard, drawing my 
pleasure out to impossible lengths. 
Finally, long, long minutes later, he rolled away from me and closed his pants. Reality 
returned with a crash. I looked down at his seed on me, glistening white in the moonlight, 
and wondered how I was supposed to get dressed without getting it all over this lovely dress. 
Worse than that, how would I get back to camp without everyone knowing what had 
happened out here. 
I couldn’t bear the ladies knowing what I’d done with the sexy Fae commander. 
Ryn peeled his shirt off and tossed it at me. ?se that.
I glared at him even as I wiped his seed away. ?f you Fae are so much better than we 
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He stared at me as if I’d spoken a foreign language. Then he laughed, just threw back 
his head and laughed at me. ? peasant is taking me to task for my manners.
I threw his soiled shirt back at him and tried to pull my bodice back over my breasts. It 
had been hard enough getting this dress on in the first place, and trying to fix it with 
trembling hands wasn’t easy. ?es, it is,
his condescending dismissal. ?t might even have feelings.
Ryn laughed again, hauling me to my feet before I could push his hands away. ?nd 
did it like what it felt tonight.
of lust. 
I ached to wipe the smug superiority from his face. ?t thinks you have room for 
improvement, Fae,’s superior glare, Celestine’s haughty voice, and a 
mental bolt of pure venom that was all mine. 
His eyes narrowed. ?ome,
camp. He didn’t slow when we reached the tent I’d shared with the ladies today, however. 
He kept right on walking, ignoring the stares we were gathering, ignoring my protests and 
demands to know what was going on. 
I didn’t even see the tent until we were upon it, it was so small. Ryn threw back the 
flap and pushed me inside, following me in and securing the flap behind him. We were in 
total darkness, and my heart pounded. ?ust what do you think you’re doing.
again, trying to pretend I still had some kind of control over this situation. 
But a peasant, as my father had tried so hard to teach me, had no control over 
anything, especially where the Fae were concerned. 
His soft laugh was anything but reassuring. ?ou wish to escape,
velvet threat in the dark. ?r you wish to make yourself unacceptable to King Mazurian by 
trying to get pregnant by another Fae. I don’t trust you, Jane. You’re not leaving my sight 
until we arrive at the palace and I personally deliver you into the hands of the king.
 

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Chapter Three 
 
Not one ray of the dawn’s light penetrated the darkness where I lay. 
I wished that meant I could stay asleep, but the birds sang dawn’s announcement with 
abandon. Though I itched to get up, I couldn’t move. Ryn still slept, wrapped around me like 
a warm, hard, snoring blanket. I hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep last night, and he’d slept like 
the dead. I’d gotten to experience every instant of my wine-induced lassitude turning into 
the mead-sickness, and every soft snore seemed louder than the one before it. Besides the 
annoyance of it, it was almost more than I could believe. 
A Fae -- the pinnacle of perfection, a powerful, magical, immortal creature -- snored! 
So when he pulled me closer, nuzzling my ear and pressing his morning erection 
against my hip, I was less than receptive. ?et me go, or I’ll puke on you,
voice as hard as I possibly could. 
He released me instantly and kicked open the tent flap, coming fully awake faster than 
I would have thought possible. ?ou are ill.ring down 
at me in the faint light and frowning. 
I knocked his hands away with a groan. Light as his touch was, my skin hurt so badly 
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Ryn relaxed. He actually grinned as he sat back, giving me room to sit up. Small as his 
tent was, there was no way to stand. ?he Fae do not suffer such things,’t 
need to touch his mind to feel his smug satisfaction that I, an inferior creature, did. ?’m sure 
I could find a way to ease you, though, should you ask nicely.
I’d rather be sick. ?t thinks that puking on a Fae would ease it enough,
stifled a not entirely feigned moan of nausea and put my hand over my mouth. 
He scooted out of the tent at top speed. I almost laughed, but didn’t get a chance before 
he grabbed my arm and dragged me out, too. ?on’t you dare be sick on my bedroll,
snapped, spinning me around and pushing me toward a bush. ?o it over there, and try to be 
quick about it. We break camp soon.
My nausea fled before a surge of anger. I stumbled, catching myself against a tree, and 
realized only then that Ryn’s tiny tent was at the very edge of the camp. 
I made a great show of crouching down by the bush, gathering my skirts out of the 
way. I retched loudly, as convincingly as I could, moaning as if in agony, and heard Ryn turn 
away in disgust. 
And then I was off like a rabbit, running as fast as my strong peasant legs could carry 
me. 
Ryn swore loudly, and I put on a burst of speed, fear giving my feet wings. Stop, you 
fool! he commanded, his voice furious in my mind, and I didn’t even bother trying to 
respond. My skirts held high, I leapt over a fallen log, ducked under low branches, and 
ignored the countless scrapes and scratches slicing my legs as I plowed through the bushes. 
It was unnerving, being chased by a Fae. He ran silently. I felt like a blundering ox 
compared to him, crashing through underbrush and ripping my dress on the snags. I had no 
doubt he pursued me, though I didn’t dare look back. The uneven forest floor took all my 
attention. Another fallen log barred my way, and I put on a burst of speed, preparing to jump 
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Something dark dropped from the branches overhead as I leaped with all my strength, 
and Ryn seized me in the air and tackled me so hard I saw stars. 
His hard body slammed atop me, knocking the air from my lungs with a whoosh. For 
an eternity, I couldn’t get a breath. Ryn snarled at me in Fae and the common tongue as he 
pinned me down, his fury barely registering as I struggled to inhale. Finally he rolled off me, 
jerking me upright, and sweet air rushed into my lungs. I hung limp in his arms as he shook 
me, still cursing me in every language I’d ever heard, unaware of anything but the fight to 
catch my breath. 
Gradually, I became aware that Ryn was dragging me along, and I dug my heels in with 
all my might. He glared at me, an infuriated, bare-chested, golden god. ?ou’d do well to 
stop fighting now, before I give you the punishment you deserve for this,
yanking me forward again. 
I managed to jerk one arm free of his bruising grip and wrap it around the nearest tree. 
?o ahead, then, beat me!, fighting to get my other arm away. ?t’s nothing I’m not 
used to, and no more than I expect from the Harvest Guard!
He drew back, his eyes boiling with rage. ?he Guard never beat the chosen,
hissed, his fingers tight on my wrist. 
I kicked him, though my bare feet didn’t even make him wince. ?ou lie!
terrified to consider that I was accusing a creature who could kill me with impunity. ?he 
Guard are beasts, just like their king! You steal from us, you burn our homes, you kidnap us 
to be slaves and whores in your master’s palace, and rape the ones left behind --
He was so stunned by my vehemence that he actually dropped my wrist and took a step 
back. ?hat lies have you heard about us, Jane.’d grown a 
second head. ?ho has filled your mind with such poison.
I tried to run again, but the mead-sickness was back, and I only managed a few steps 
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rolling over and burying my face in my bleeding hands to hide my tears. ?ell them you 
couldn’t find me. Tell them I fell in a ravine and broke my leg. Just leave me.
?ere I to do as you ask, you wouldn’t survive a day, and 
softer. His hand brushed over my short hair. ? won’t leave you to your death.
?et you’ll take me to it.
His fingers clenched in my hair. ?ell me what you think will happen to you, Jane,
said. ?ell me where you heard these crazy things you fear.
I curled into a ball, giving him my back. I’d learned from long experience that this was 
the only way to take a beating. ?he Guard stayed longer in Miller’s Croft nine years ago,
whispered. ?nd they delighted in telling us all what awaited the chosen.
?nd what fate did they describe.
The question was soft, but Ryn’s tone was not. His hand hadn’t moved from my hair. I 
didn’t want to revisit those memories, not even to save myself a beating or worse, but I knew 
he could enter my mind at will and take them from me. Hiding would accomplish nothing. 
Better, then, to share only what I chose to give. ?e lined up last time, just like we did 
yesterday,?wo sisters didn’t come, though. 
They were frightened and hid in the fields. I don’t know how the Guard knew they were 
missing -- Wait. They had a mindspeaker, didn’t they. Was it you.
?o, Jane, not I.?ontinue your tale.
I took a deep breath and let it pour out. ?hey burned a few homes, trying to flush the 
sisters out. When that didn’t work, they searched for them. None of us were allowed to leave 
the square. It was high summer, burning hot, and any who fainted from the heat were 
dragged out of sight -- many of them gave birth to stillborn Fae bastards that spring. The 
Guard told the rest of us all about the palace while we stood there, waiting for the sisters to 
be found, trying not to faint. How the king likes young virgins and how fast he tires of them. 
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concubines he’s done with. They told us all about how the ruined bedslaves die when the 
men have had their fill of them --
Ryn’s fingers tightened to the point of pain in my hair, and I stopped speaking with a 
whimper. I didn’t want to tell him the rest, anyway. ?lease leave me here,?et 
me die here rather than there.
His fist loosened, and he sighed. ?f a single word of that was true, Jane, I would take 
you back to your village myself.
I rolled over, daring to look at him. His jaw was tight, and his dark eyes boiled with 
rage. I saw vengeance in those eyes and fought the need to be sick for real this time. ? don’t 
lie, Ryn,?’m telling you exactly what happened. They beat the sisters in the 
square and dragged them away.
He reached out and I flinched, but he only touched my cheek. ? believe you tell a true 
accounting of what happened that day,said. ?ut nothing they told you of the king and 
his palace was true.
I couldn’t think of a word to say. Ryn sighed and sat back on his heels. ? don’t blame 
you for running, now that I know your fears, but your fate is nothing like what they 
described to you,? know the king, Jane. You are not going to the palace to be 
degraded, but to be honored. He has no bedslaves, no concubines. He wants heirs, and so far 
he has been unsuccessful in getting them. Every woman chosen for him became his wife, and 
all of them were treated with honor.?nd I can promise you, Mazurian 
does not share what is his.
I was speechless again. Never had it occurred to me that the Guard had told us tales to 
terrify us that day. We’d believed every word, convinced by their clear delight in telling us. 
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He stood and pulled me to my feet, lifting me effortlessly in his arms when my legs 
tried to give out again. ?ou will return with me,
?nd you will tell me if any of the Fae in my camp were in your village that day.
Shock drove the breath from my lungs again. ?o, Ryn! It’s death for a human to 
accuse a Fae --
?t will be death to any Fae who lays a hand on you,?ou were 
chosen for the king, and I have pledged myself to your protection. You do not yet realize the 
importance that gives you. I ask you to identify the rogues who committed that atrocity in 
your village nine years ago, Jane, so the king may punish them as he sees fit.
I pressed my forehead against his shoulder, closing my eyes as he carried me back to 
the camp. ?he king won’t take my word against theirs,?nd everything they do 
carries his approval. Even I know that.
Ryn growled. ?hey may find his approval is less secure than they imagine.
I expected the camp to be in an uproar when we returned, but I didn’t see a soul. Ryn 
pushed me gently back inside his low tent and stared at me for a long moment. He looked 
like he expected something from me. I had no idea what. Touching his mind to find out was 
too much trouble as the sleepless night, the aftereffects of the wine, and my mad dash for 
freedom crashed down on me, so I guessed. ?on’t worry. I won’t puke on your bedroll,
said, lying back wearily and closing my eyes. 
? don’t give a damn about the bedroll.
?re you going to run again.
Run. Right now, I couldn’t even sit up. ?f course not,
blankets. ?t’s no fun when you’re expecting it.
I thought I heard him laugh before sleep claimed me at last. 
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Warm, soothing fingers stroked comfort over the stinging places on my feet. 
I sighed, warm and comfortable, wrapped in softness. The stroking fingers left my skin 
for a moment, and I stretched, seeking them. I heard a deep chuckle and they returned, again 
smoothing that warmth over my skin, past my arch and to my ankle. 
Those fingers were magic. Every scratch, every scrape and bruise on my legs, received 
their gentle attention. I scented herbs in the close air of the tent, minty and sweet, as more of 
the mixture bathed my injuries. It was so relaxing that I didn’t bother to protest when my 
skirt was brushed higher, exposing my thighs. 
A hand nudged my legs apart as two fingers stroked a cut that curled around my thigh. 
When the hand slid upward, I parted my legs further, not wanting the soft ministrations to 
end. No one had ever cared for my injuries, not like this. Not with such gentle, thorough 
attention. 
Hot breath teased my hip as my dress inched past my waist. ?weet Jane,
murmured against my skin, his tongue flicking out to trace my hipbone, and my eyes flew 
open on a gasp. 
I tried to close my legs, but his hands still held me open to his gaze. ?hat are you 
doing.more indignant and a lot less breathless. 
He licked my skin again and nipped the top of my thigh. ?ou scraped your beautiful 
legs all to hell,?’m healing you.
?ith your mouth.
He laughed as his hands slid up my legs, still spreading the herbal mixture. When he 
nuzzled the curls between my thighs, my back arched off the blankets. ?re you objecting.
he whispered, each word sending a warm breath over my rapidly moistening folds. His 
tongue flicked out again, this time sending a teasing lick over my clit. 
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He sighed and rested his cheek against my hip. ?hat a pity,
from me. 
I yanked my skirt down with hands that trembled. Ryn lay on his side, watching me 
with hooded eyes. I tried to ignore him, but I kept catching glimpses of the hard bulge 
beneath his leather pants, and every glimpse reminded me of how he’d ground that hot ridge 
against me last night until I’d exploded with pleasure. My nipples ached, my clit throbbed, 
and I was just about to forget what little pride I had and ask him to continue when I finally 
noticed the state of my dress. 
I caught the fabric in my hands with a cry of dismay. The gorgeous, elegant gown was 
ruined, utterly destroyed. Rips and snags mutilated the flowering embroidery. Mud stained 
the linen, along with blood from my scraped legs. Frantically, I tried to hold the pieces 
together, trying to see how I could ever repair the damage. 
Ryn’s steady hands covered mine. ?t’s merely a dress,?on’t worry 
about it. I will get you another.
?t’s not just a dress!
linen. It had dried on, though, and I couldn’t dislodge it. ?t’s a finer thing than I should have 
ever touched. All these tiny stitches, all the flowers and vines -- this is a work of months, 
and I’ve ruined it in a day!
He took my hands in one of his again and cupped my cheek with his other. ?ane, look 
at me.’t smiling. 
?ou will wed the king, Jane. You must stop thinking of yourself as a mere peasant. Dresses 
like this are beneath even the most minor ladies of his court. He will dress you in jewels and 
cloth of gold, and you will never wear the same gown twice.
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Ryn’s eyes softened, and he shook his head with a smile. ?uch a frugal, sensible little 
soul,?ou will set the palace on its ear.
to say, he pulled me close and kissed me. 
His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I opened eagerly, my already aroused body 
surging back to full-boil at the first taste of him. Ryn groaned and pulled me hard against 
him, licking deep into my mouth, twining his tongue around mine in a caress that curled my 
toes. I moaned and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my aching breasts against his 
chest. Veru, he murmured in my mind, are all peasants this passionate. 
I jolted out of the sensual spell of his kiss and tore my mouth from his, both hating and 
blessing him for reminding me that I was a mere curiosity to him. ?f course we are,
my tone as cold as I could make it, despite my breathlessness. ?hat’s why your king steals 
us, isn’t it. To fuck good breeding stock.
His body went rigid in my arms at the obscenity. Even his breath stilled. I didn’t dare 
to look at him as anger rolled from him in waves. The silence was thick, unbearable, when 
he finally broke it. ?hat delicious tongue of yours will get you in more trouble than you can 
handle if you don’t learn to control it,? am sworn to the king, to his service 
and his honor. Do not speak that way of him in my presence again, Jane. I give you fair 
warning.
His anger was hot, but he was still in control. I was about to lose mine. Damned if I’d 
lose it alone. I met his furious eyes with a glare of my own. ?ou speak of the king’s honor, 
but not yours,?ell me, does your service to your king include breaking in his 
maidens. Is that the real reason you won’t let me leave your sight.
 

30  Amelia Elias 
Chapter Four 
 
Ryn thrust me away from him with a growl and surged out of the tent without another 
word. I caught my balance, heart pounding, and wondered what I was supposed to do now. 
Moments later, I heard his footsteps approaching the tent. The simple fact that I could 
hear him at all told me that he was still furious. The flap was yanked roughly aside, and he 
thrust a bundle of material at me. ?ress,?e 
have delayed breaking camp long enough.
I didn’t dare hesitate. Angry as he was, I didn’t doubt that he’d drag me out half-naked 
if I didn’t comply fast enough to suit him. I pulled off the ruined dress, folded it as neatly as I 
could in the dark, and felt around the velvet bundle he’d thrown at me until I found laces -- 
a bodice. Or was it a skirt. 
Dressing in a tiny tent too small to stand in was difficult enough without the added 
complication of darkness. I dared to open the flap just a tiny bit, needing to see what I was 
doing. I found a silken chemise, translucent and soft as butter, and pulled it over my head, 
wincing at the gold embroidery at the throat and cuffs. A heavy overskirt came next, the 
bright yellow velvet shot through with more golden threads. Pearls were sewn in swirls 
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The matching velvet bodice barely fit over my breasts, and the laces were stretched to 
the limit when I finally managed to tie them. Like the skirt’s drawstring, the laces of the 
bodice were tipped with clusters of pearls that swayed with every breath I took. The hair veil 
shimmered like a dew-tipped spider’s web, so fine it was almost transparent, and he’d 
brought me a gold circlet to secure it -- a thick, heavy ring of gold, not the twisted silver and 
copper bands the ladies had worn. It was practically a crown. 
Ryn was making a point with this outfit. I felt like a crow in a peacock’s feathers. 
Still, it was either this or nothing, and although I’d had little privacy in my life, I did 
not relish the thought of walking nude through a camp of strangers. I drew the line at the 
circlet, however. He would not make me pretend a superiority to the ladies. I draped the veil 
over my butchered hair and tied it with a ribbon from the bodice of the ruined green dress 
before ducking out of the tent. 
My back popped in relief as I finally stood straight. I couldn’t resist stretching my 
cramped muscles. The sun was high overhead now, and I was surprised to see that it was past 
midday. Why had there been such a delay in breaking camp. 
?h, m’lady, you’re awake!
The cheerful Fae voice made me whirl around. Once again in full armor, one of the 
guards smiled at me. ?e have saved a portion of the meal for you to break your fast,
said, apparently not put off by my lack of a response. “’Tis waiting for you at the tent shared 
by the other ladies.
?lease don’t call me that,
ridiculously fine gown. ? am no lady.
He grinned, shrugged, and lifted his saddle to the beautiful warhorse waiting beside 
him. ?hatever you were, you’re a lady now,?o to your meal, m’lady. 
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I started to protest again, finally realizing to my horror that the delay in getting 
underway had been due to my laziness, but I was interrupted by a sweet feminine chorus. 
?here you are, Jane! Come, we’ve been dying to speak with you!
from the mouth of the spacious tent. The others were beside her, beaming and giggling. 
I walked toward her, trying not to let my feet drag too obviously. They were arrayed in 
new finery today, all the colors of the rainbow, but even the most cursory glance was enough 
to show me that my dress far outshone theirs. 
Elana and Viviana seized my hands and ushered me inside, leading me to a table and 
pushing me down into a chair. A veritable feast lay waiting for me there. ?at and talk!
Celestine said, sitting beside me and leaning forward eagerly. 
?alk about what.
They all laughed. ?hy, about the handsome commander, of course!
?e drags you away into the woods last night, and then you sleep half the day away in his 
tent. Come, tell us. What’s he like.
?s he really as beautifully made under the armor as he seems.
?ere!? meant to put that in your chair. You must 
be saddle-sore!
I gaped at them. ?addle-sore.
They all giggled again. ?rom riding that stallion all night!
My cheeks went crimson. Great spirits, they thought I’d been fucking Ryn all night 
long. ? haven’t touched his stallion!
it. ? mean, I didn’t -- he didn’t -- we never --
They laughed again. ?oh, that explains it,
table and grinning. 
?xplains what.
 

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?ommander Rynnaut’s temper, of course,
?e was in a fine rage when he came in here an hour ago, and he demanded the finest dress 
in the chests. Of course, he’d want to woo you with riches if you’d refused his attentions, 
wouldn’t he.?ill it work.
For the second time, I was speechless. Refuse Ryn. I’d almost begged him to take me 
last night! And the thought of him wooing me was absolutely ridiculous. ?e won’t touch me 
that way,?e’s sworn that he’ll 
protect me.
?ow wonderful!. ?ou lucky girl, Jane! 
Any of us would kill to have a chance at him, and he’s sworn himself to you. Oh, if only I 
could be so blessed!
I took the biggest bite of bread I could manage to stop myself from replying. If Viviana 
wanted the endlessly frustrating Commander Rynnaut, she could have him, with my deepest 
gratitude. The ladies kept chattering as I ate, comparing notes on their favorite Fae guards, 
and I was far too shocked at their conversation to tune them out. 
Had Ryn thought peasants were passionate. He would’ve had a heart attack if he’d 
heard these four speak. 
Lisayne thought that making love on a galloping horse would be the height of romance. 
Celestine told her it was impossible, and she sounded like she knew exactly what she was 
talking about. She mused on the possible similarities between the size of each Fae’s sword 
and the size of his cock. Viviana and Elana debated the best way to seduce a Fae, describing 
everything from batting eyelashes to chaining their hapless targets to trees and having their 
way with them. 
And I realized that I was the only virgin among them. 
My head was still spinning with that realization when Ryn threw the tent flap open 
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shoulders, his long hair loose down his back, and he looked more myth than real. ?adies,
he said, ignoring the real ladies and staring straight at me, ?e must pack this tent. If you 
would adjourn to the clearing, we can be on our way at last.
Ryn didn’t even seem to notice when Viviana brushed against him on her way out, her 
head lowered, fluttering those gorgeous eyelashes at him. “’Tis our pleasure, Commander,
she cooed as she passed him, and I fought the urge to shove her into his arms. The others 
giggled as they followed her, bowing their heads with a shyness that I now knew was totally 
false. 
I raised my chin and walked toward the door, determined not to so much as glance at 
him. Just as I passed him, his arm shot out and blocked my way. ?here is the circlet I 
brought you, Jane.
skin. 
I hoped he didn’t feel the shiver that went through me. ?ou will find it in your tent, 
Commander, said, staring straight ahead. 
?nd why is it not upon your stubborn head.
I didn’t answer. He knew good and well why I wasn’t wearing it. 
His teeth nipped my ear in punishment for my silence, and I gasped. ?ou will learn 
your place,ling his tongue over the tender bite. 
? know my place,
?ou took me from it yesterday.
He growled and released me, and I fought the urge to rub my tingling ear as I hurried 
out to join the ladies. They gave me eager looks, silent pleas to share what had just happened, 
but I looked past them and pretended not to notice. 
The tent came down with remarkable speed. Bare minutes passed before it was rolled 
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heavy wheels sturdy enough to handle the rough forest floor, and I started to follow them 
before a hand caught my wrist. 
Ryn gave me a hard smile and whistled for his horse. ?ou ride with me, Jane,
? don’t trust you not to run again.
My heart sank at the prospect of being pressed against him for hours. How would I 
ever get through this without humiliating myself. ?hat if I promised.
?ot good enough.
Ryn swung into the saddle with the fluid grace only the Fae possess. In the same 
flowing movement, he reached down and scooped me off the ground. I squeaked at the 
suddenness of it as I landed hard against his chest, catching his arm between us. His hand 
covered my breast and squeezed. My nipple peaked in his palm, and he pinched it, sending a 
jolt of fire straight through me, but his hand slid away before I could so much as gasp. ?old 
on tight,
The stallion shot forward, throwing me back against Ryn, and I wrapped my arms 
around him and held on for dear life. I felt the deep vibration of his laugh as I buried my face 
against his neck, terrified of falling beneath the beast’s hooves. 
After an eternity, he slowed. ?reathe, Jane,
Only then did I realize I’d plastered myself against him. The edge of his helmet bit into 
my cheekbone, and his breastplate dug into the other side of my jaw. He wasn’t holding me 
at all, just letting me cling to him the best I could, and I was suddenly furious with him for 
scaring me. I struck out at him the only way I could. 
I bit him, sinking my teeth into the taut muscle running down his neck, as hard as I 
could. 
Ryn sucked in a sharp breath and caught the back of my head in his palm. ?ixen,
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?o,? 
didn’t do it for you to like it.
I was vaguely aware of Ryn turning the horse away from the rest of the Guard an 
instant before his other hand squeezed my ass. ?f you’ve marked me,
fingers kneading, pulling me closer, ?ou should know I’ll mark you in return.
?ou wouldn’t dare.
He laughed. ? dare anything,?ow, kiss it better, or I’ll turn you over 
my knee.
His voice promised that he’d do far more than spank me if I didn’t comply, but I knew 
I’d already marked him. Well, if he was going to punish me later for it, I might as well make 
his mark something really spectacular. 
I nipped his skin again, drawing another groan from him, and his hand tightened on 
my ass. His head fell back and gave me full access. I licked him, swirling my tongue over the 
place I’d abused, tasting the salt and heat of him. He was delicious, and I was getting wet just 
from the taste of him. I suckled at his throat, scraping my teeth over him, soothing his skin 
with my tongue and starting over. Ryn’s breath was harsh in my ears, punctuated by deep 
groans. I rubbed my breasts against his chest and cursed the hard breastplate that didn’t give 
my aching nipples any relief. 
?nough, enough,
tongue. It quickened beneath my lips. ?h, Veru, this armor’s killing me. Jane, no more, or I 
swear I’ll have you right here and now.
Lisayne’s horseback fantasy flashed through my mind. I laughed and didn’t stop what I 
was doing. ?ou won’t have me at all,own voice 
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He pulled me away from his throat with a growl an instant before Guardsmen 
surrounded us. I blushed crimson and looked away from the sensual threat in his eyes. I 
didn’t need to touch his mind to know I’d gone a little too far this time. 
None of the Guard looked like anything was strange about their commander galloping 
off with one of the chosen, though. In fact, none of them looked at us at all. Ryn wrapped his 
cloak around me and silently flicked the reins again. This time his horse took a more sedate 
speed, keeping in line with the rest of the guards surrounding the chattering ladies in their 
cart. 
Ryn’s arm stayed around my waist, and I slowly relaxed despite my fear of the huge 
animal. I couldn’t imagine I’d ever enjoy riding, but at least I was reasonably certain he 
wouldn’t let me fall off, and he kept enough distance from the ladies that I didn’t feel 
compelled to join their conversation. I leaned back against his chest, watching the forest thin 
as we approached the road, letting the gentle rocking of the horse soothe me. 
Then Ryn’s hand moved, sliding beneath the lower edge of my bodice and plucking at 
the drawstring of my skirt. 
I gasped, but Ryn’s voice filled my mind. Keep silent, little temptress, he growled. Keep 
silent, and be glad I’m not biting you back. 
Be glad. His hand flattened on my belly and slid down to rest over the curls guarding 
my pussy. The silk chemise was no protection from the heat of his hand. His fingers stroked 
me through the sheer material, teasing my thighs, dipping between them and soaking the 
silk in my cream. I shuddered, trying to clamp my legs together to block him and only 
succeeding in trapping his hand instead. 
Like that, do you. he murmured in my mind. His fingers traced teasing patterns on my 
folds, tempting me to open to him. Imagine my tongue there again, Jane. Think about my 
mouth on you, licking every drop of cream from your body. Imagine my hands on your 
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I moaned before I could stop it. The erotic images he described built in my mind, and 
his fingers became more demanding, bunching the silk and diving to find my throbbing clit. 
When he brushed against it, my entire body trembled. ?yn,
asking for mercy or asking for more. 
Hush, he replied, still silent. I’m going to make you come again, just like you did last 
night. I’m going to keep my hand right here on your pussy until we stop for the night, Jane. 
You’ll never know when I’m going to play with you, when I’m going to stroke your clit, or 
when I’ll stop. You’re at my mercy today, and right now I have none. 
Heat melted deep in my pussy at the mere thought of it. My thighs parted before I 
could stop them, and he took full advantage, wedging his hand harder against my pussy. He 
caught my clit between his thumb and finger, sliding the slick, wet silk over the aching nub 
of flesh, plucking and rubbing me until I couldn’t keep my hips still. I rode his hand, biting 
my tongue to keep from moaning aloud, and I felt an overwhelming orgasm building just out 
of reach when he stopped. 
Ryn! I screamed, trying without success to grind against his hand and finish it. 
He laughed, the deep rumble against my back incredibly sexy. ?hen I say, Jane,
whispered in my ear. ?ot one second before.
I wanted to elbow him hard in the ribs, but I knew all I’d get for my trouble would be a 
bruised arm. He laughed again, and his fingers moved, giving me one, slow, soft, entirely 
unsatisfactory stroke. 
He kept me hanging on the edge for what seemed like hours, filling my mind with 
erotic images that made me want to wiggle and squirm, sending me all the things he’d like to 
do to me and what he wanted me to do to him in return. His thumb settled against my clit, a 
delicious pressure that made my nipples tighten unbearably. 
A chorus of cheers suddenly broke through the woods, and I emerged from my lust-
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road. Ahead of us, just beyond a narrow bridge, was another small village, and unlike Miller’s 
Croft, its inhabitants greeted the Harvest Guard with cheers. 
And I sat in the commander’s lap with his hand buried between my legs. 
Just as I drew breath to order him to release me, Ryn’s fingers moved again, and this 
time he didn’t tease. He rolled my clit between his thumb and finger, stroking the lips of my 
pussy with his fingertips. He filled my mind with the image of his golden head buried 
between my thighs, his tongue diving deep inside me, drinking me dry. Another image 
followed almost at once, a fantasy of me on my knees before him, sucking his hot cock 
between my lips as he held my head in place with his fingers buried in my hair. Then it was 
an image of his mouth on my nipples, sucking and biting and driving me out of my mind 
with pleasure. 
One after another, an endless wave of erotic images swamped me as his fingers played 
with my overheated flesh, and I came so hard I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming. 
?ne day I’ll make you scream,
?ne day, sweet little Jane, I’ll make you come again and again until you can’t keep silent.
He stopped stroking me at last, and I whimpered, as much from the loss of it as from the hot 
words he whispered to me. 
I raised my head, still breathing hard. The first riders of the Guard were passing over 
the little bridge, two abreast. It was too narrow to allow more. Villagers surrounded them 
with glad cheers, showering them with flowers. 
The people surged forward, dancing around the horses as they tried to cross the water. 
One of the guards laughed and urged them back to the village side, but he might as well have 
told the river to reverse its course. More and more pressed around us, crowding the bridge, 
and as Ryn’s horse stepped onto the wood and they saw his copper helm, they went mad. 
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Did these fools not know what monsters they were 
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Ryn raised a hand and waved, inciting another loud cheer. This is madness, I thought, 
staring with disbelief at the villagers surrounding us. 
?ot madness,’d spoken aloud. 
?his is how it should be, Jane. We come to give their daughters a better life, not harm 
them.
Despite his words and the clear joy of those around us, I couldn’t reconcile his words 
with my own memories. I studied the faces of the celebrating villagers, searching for 
understanding. Children grinned and threw flowers, watched over by sharp-eyed 
grandmothers and smiling grandfathers. I saw a cluster of women in various stages of 
pregnancy standing between two houses, clearly nervous, but still waving in welcome. I 
watched one point at Ryn and murmur to her son, a wide-eyed boy of perhaps ten, who 
clung to her skirts. When the mother saw me, she stepped in front of her son and met my 
eyes with a cold glare. 
My stomach clenched in foreboding as the little boy ran away. No matter what Ryn 
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Chapter Five 
 
The choosing couldn’t have been more different from the scene in Miller’s Croft. The 
Guard set up camp on the outskirts of town, bypassing the camouflage and secrecy they’d 
shown when I’d been selected. Although the ladies stayed behind in their tent with their 
favorite Fae to entertain them, Ryn still didn’t trust me out of his sight, and I was forced to 
witness the entire spectacle from my perch on his lap atop his warhorse. 
The villagers had prepared a feast for the Guard, an enormous offering of food. The 
maidens prepared plates for each Fae and fed them by hand. The guards teased and flirted 
with them, provoking blushes and giggles. One gorgeous brunette brought a plate to Ryn, 
and I snatched it from her before she could offer to feed him. She pouted and fluttered her 
lashes at him, and he laughed as I shooed her away without any attempt at subtlety. 
?ealous.
?isgusted,
meant for me. He laughed again and took a chicken leg for himself, ignoring me when I 
swatted at his hand. The meat tasted strange, seasoned with herbs I wasn’t familiar with. 
Even so, I finished off most of it -- if there’s one thing a peasant knows, it’s how to eat faster 
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When the feast ended, the maidens finally lined up in a row, the first thing they’d done 
that had been anything like what I’d expected. I leaned back against Ryn’s shoulder and 
closed my eyes, exhausted and in no way inclined to witness any more of the maidens’ 
giggling. ?o we have to stay for the rest of this.
He stroked my hair back from my forehead and dropped a kiss on the skin he’d 
revealed. ?t would be very rude for me to leave early, sweeting, especially after all they’ve 
done to celebrate our coming.
wrapping his red cape around me again. ?est, if you can. It won’t be much longer.
I awakened in the dark, shivering with an overwhelming sense of wrongness. My 
mouth tasted bitter. I sat up too fast and almost fell over again as a wave of dizziness crashed 
over me. I reached out, panicking, trying to figure out where I was and what had happened 
to me. 
A hand covered my mouth before I could call for Ryn. Shh, he murmured in my mind. 
You’re in my tent. You were drugged, but I’ve given you an antidote. 
What’s happening. I replied in the same way, clutching Ryn’s arm in both hands and 
realizing that he was in full armor. Then I remembered the strange herbs that had seasoned 
the food, the lack of men in the square or in the cheering crowd, and I understood. 
Miller’s Croft apparently hadn’t been the only village traumatized by the last Harvest. 
Have they attacked yet. 
I felt his surprise in my mind at the question, but before he could reply, I got my 
answer. A loud shout broke out around the camp, followed instantly by the sound of running 
feet and clashing weapons. 
?tay here!
fray. 
The dizziness retreated before the rush of adrenaline. Stay trapped in his tent while a 
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roughly back inside. STAY, damn it! Ryn roared furiously, and I heard the ringing of sword 
against sword just outside the tent. 
Oh, this was not good. If Ryn fell -- something I couldn’t imagine, but it still had to be 
considered -- there would be nothing between me and the attackers. I felt around frantically, 
searching for anything I could use as a weapon. I felt cold metal and snatched it, slicing my 
palm before realizing I’d grabbed the wrong end of a dagger, but I didn’t care about the pain. 
I might not be a warrior, but at least I wasn’t defenseless. 
Someone fell atop the tent just then, collapsing the front half, and I scrambled back. 
The body didn’t move, but I wasn’t about to wait for the next surprise. I slashed a hole in the 
back of the tent and scrambled outside. 
As before, Ryn’s tent was at the edge of the camp, and I caught the brief glimpse of his 
copper helm flashing in the firelight as I crawled toward the nearest clump of bushes to hide. 
Relief flooded me that the body atop the tent wasn’t his. I crouched down and prayed that 
my damned yellow dress wouldn’t draw attention. I was armed, not stupid -- there was no 
way I was going to jump into the battle unless I was given no choice. 
Ryn had fought his way to join the small cluster of guards who had stayed behind with 
the ladies, and they cut down their attackers with inhuman quickness and skill. The villagers 
were putting up a good fight, though, aided no doubt by the drugs they’d given the Fae 
guards during the feast. They outnumbered the guards at least two to one. 
The sedative was clearly taking its toll. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as one 
villager smashed his club over the head of an unconscious Fae, crushing his skull. Another 
Fae stumbled as he tried to retaliate, tripping and only avoiding another swing of the club by 
nothing more than blind luck. As he shook his head sharply to clear it, a third guard 
managed to tackle the villager. 
Screams suddenly split the night, and my blood ran cold as I saw the twins, Viviana 
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and his group of guards rushed to the tent, slaying the attackers who were trying to kidnap 
the other two ladies. Seeing that the Fae were not all drugged, the men scooped the twins off 
the ground and ran for the forest as their comrades swarmed Ryn’s group, preventing them 
from following. 
I didn’t think. I just ran after them. There was no way I was going to let these men take 
my friends away without a fight. 
Gathering my skirts up high, I sprinted through the darkness until I was in front of the 
group, the forest to my right and the river at my left. The barest hint of a plan had formed in 
my mind as I ran, and I rubbed my still-bleeding hand over one side of my face and throat, 
smearing my skin and hair with red. After only a moment’s hesitation, I stained the yellow 
velvet with blood, as well. Then I screamed and fell on the ground, making sure the dagger 
was hidden beneath me and hoping that the men would be greedy enough to try to take me 
along rather than merely escape with the two prisoners they already had. 
I got my answer almost at once. The men crashed through the underbrush toward me, 
and I heard Viviana scream my name when they got close enough to see me lying there. I 
kept my eyes closed despite the almost overpowering desire to take just a quick peek, to see 
where everyone was and how they were armed. Most of the villagers I’d seen had been 
carrying clubs or farm tools, and I hoped my assumption that these four would be similarly 
armed would be correct. 
?ey, another one!?ou, Pete, go get her. The 
gods know what’s been done to that one.
?hey didn’t do anything to us!
voice. ?et us go!
My fist tightened around the hilt of the dagger as I heard the sharp crack of a slap. 
Viviana started shrieking insults at them for hitting her sister, using language I would’ve 
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questionable ancestry and propensity for goat-rape. One of the men laughed at her, and I was 
about to lose patience and go to her aid when someone -- Pete -- grasped my non-bloodied 
shoulder and rolled me over. 
I didn’t let myself think about what I was going to do. If I did, I knew I’d lose my 
nerve. I rolled faster than he expected and stabbed upward with the dagger, eyes still closed, 
unable to witness my own action. 
The blade sank into softness with a horrible, indescribable sound, and Pete screamed. I 
pushed harder, heard something crunch, and his screams stopped as warm blood spurted 
over my hands and his heavy, limp body collapsed on me. 
Only then did I open my eyes, shaking with nausea and terror and adrenaline, shoving 
frantically at the dead, bleeding man pinning me to the ground. My dagger was buried hilt-
deep in his eye, and I retched as I yanked it free. The other villagers yelled, and Viviana and 
Elana redoubled their struggles as another man ran at me, club raised high. 
The dead man was heavy, and I had no time to free my legs before the second attacker 
was upon me. I stabbed out again. This time I forced my eyes to remain open and aimed for 
the one place I knew was sure to disable a man. He screamed as the sharp blade pierced his 
hose and sank into the flesh of his groin. The club fell from his hands, landing only inches 
from me, and the dagger twisted in my hands as he collapsed, unconscious, right on top of 
Pete. 
I screamed, buried under bodies and unable to move, knowing there were two more 
men out there and I was practically helpless now. That scream was a mistake, however, 
because once I’d emptied my lungs, I had to struggle to draw another breath. Elana and 
Viviana were shrieking for all they were worth, and I heard their captors cursing at them 
and struggling. I hoped the twins were having more luck at getting free than I was. My arm 
was twisted between the second man’s legs as I still clutched the dagger. I managed to pull it 
free as I gasped in another shallow breath. Crushed as I was, any other attackers would have 
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The sound of shouts and footsteps managed to break through my panic. ?ere!
cried. ?e’re here!
My mind froze with mingled hope and terror. With all the screams and shouts, I knew 
we would attract attention, but part of me really, truly wished Elana hadn’t called out like 
that. How could she know if the approaching men were friends or foes. 
Abruptly, the shouts changed, and I heard someone’s deep grunt of pain. There was 
another slap, which drove Viviana to renewed heights of cursing, but only for a moment 
before she stopped screaming and started weeping. My heart stuttered with fear at the sound 
of the sisters both crying, only to thud hard against my ribs when the body covering my legs 
was thrown aside. Black spots danced before my eyes from lack of air, but I gripped the 
dagger and prepared for one last attack before I met my fate. 
The second body was shoved off me. I closed my eyes and stabbed upward again with 
all my remaining strength, hoping to at least wound the bastard who would surely kill me. 
The blade made a horrible screech as it glanced off metal. I wanted to cry as the knife was 
twisted from my hand. Unarmed now, despair overwhelming me, I opened my eyes and 
waited to die. 
Instead of death, I saw a copper helm and frantic, worried eyes. 
?ane! Jane, say something, for the gods’ sake!
Ryn scooped me off the ground, and now I did cry, great, breathless sobs against his 
breastplate. The twins converged on us, weeping and talking and gripping my hands, telling 
Ryn in disjointed sentences how I’d saved them, and I fainted with sheer relief. 
 

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Chapter Six 
 
Cold water enveloped me from head to toe, awakening me in a spasm of thrashing 
limbs and shivers. I tried to shout for help, only to inhale a lungful of frigid water. Full-
blown panic set in, and I scrambled desperately for something to hold on to. 
Someone lifted me out as I choked and struggled. ?ane! Damn it, woman, where are 
you injured.
Ryn’s voice penetrated my shock and cold, and I clung to his mailed arms. The 
memories of the battle in the clearing returned with a rush as I finally managed to open my 
eyes and saw the bloodstained velvet of my dress floating around me. Again that wet, 
crunching sound of my dagger punching through a man’s eye echoed in my ears, and I hung 
limp in Ryn’s arms and retched. 
Only when I was done did I finally become aware of the chaos around me. Voices were 
shouting, women were crying, and the entire forest was lit with blazing torches. I’d never 
heard noise like it. 
Loudest of all was Ryn’s strident shout in my ear. ?ane, for all the gods’ sake! Speak to 
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I shoved at him, still coughing and shivering violently. Cold as my dress was, he wasn’t 
cutting it off me without a fight. ?hy am I in the river.
was dulled by the chattering of my teeth. 
?hank the gods,
tightly to his chest that his armor bit into me. ?on’t you ever scare me like that again, do 
you hear me.
He didn’t even let me reply as he pulled me out of the river, alternately yelling in Fae 
to his guards and shouting at me. ?hat the hell were you thinking, Jane. I told you to stay 
in my tent, and you go running off into the woods! Ontane telta, ar sin! Do you have any 
idea what could’ve happened to you, you stubborn, foolish woman. Karne uur ar parka 
lanne, orme! Tarienna tierno! Have you no sense at all.
Trying to keep up with his ranting was impossible with my current headache, so I 
ignored him and tried to stop shivering. The riverbank was a seething mass of activity as the 
guards, many of them still carrying naked swords, rushed about in response to Ryn’s 
commands. I caught just a glimpse of the ladies huddled around a blazing fire, surrounded by 
at least a dozen guards, before Ryn carried me into a hastily constructed shelter and put me 
on my feet at last. 
To call it a tent would’ve been an overstatement, but at least it mostly shut out the 
outside world as my trembling legs collapsed under me. Ryn scowled and pulled a dagger 
from his belt. Before I could so much as gasp, he grabbed my bodice and slit it all the way to 
my waist. 
I gasped in outrage and yanked the torn fabric back together. ?hat the hell are you 
doing.
He ignored my hands as he gave my skirt the same treatment and tried to yank it away. 
I held on tight. ?ou’re covered in blood, Jane,
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?’m not injured!
efforts, and within minutes I sat naked on the ground before him. I covered my breasts as 
best I could and managed to keep part of my ruined skirt over my hips, but Ryn barely even 
glanced at them. He was too busy running his hands down my arms and legs, over my back, 
and feeling along my scalp. 
Only when he was satisfied that I truly hadn’t been wounded did he pull me back into 
his arms. His armor was frigid against my bare skin. ?’m sorry, Jane,
rocked me. ?eru, sweeting, I’m sorry. I had to see for myself that you’re all right.
My teeth were chattering so hard I couldn’t answer him. I heard the flap of the 
makeshift tent open behind me, and then a blanket fell over my shoulders. It was rough but 
warm, and I wrapped myself tightly in its folds. Ryn rubbed my back and shoulders as I 
slowly thawed. ?re the twins all right.
His hands stilled in their massage. ?hey’re fine, Jane, but what the hell were you 
thinking, going after them like that. I’ve never seen anything so foolhardy in all my days! I 
told you to stay put, and you --
I lifted my head to cut short his lecture. ?’m not one of the helpless females you came 
out here to find, and I couldn’t just stand there and watch Elana and Viviana get kidnapped. 
Would you rather they’d been taken, raped, and murdered just so I could stay hidden in the 
bushes.
He gripped my shoulders and held my gaze with ruthless intensity. ?es. If it meant 
you stayed safe, I would sacrifice every single soul in that camp,?o you have 
the slightest idea what you are, how long we have searched for you.
For a moment, all I could do was stare at him, utterly speechless for one of the only 
times in my life. ?hat are you talking about.? 
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He closed his eyes and pulled me to him, holding me tight. ?ou are the answer to 
centuries of prayers, Jane. You could be the only woman alive who can give the king his 
heir.
I wanted to ask him to explain, but he abruptly pushed me away. ?ou are not to leave 
this spot,?o you hear me.
flabbergasted to do anything but comply, and an instant later he was gone. I huddled in the 
blanket, shivering and confused. 
It just didn’t make sense. I was a peasant! All right, a peasant and a mindspeaker -- but 
that couldn’t possibly be that rare. The Immortal King had ruled for hundreds of years. It 
stretched the limits of my imagination to even consider that no other mindspeakers had been 
born in all that time. 
Ryn was back within minutes. He held out a bundle of men’s clothing. ?’m sorry for 
this, but the ladies’ tent burned, and we have nothing else for you.
Even in my current state, I couldn’t help but smile at his genuine concern that I’d be 
offended. ?here’s nothing to be sorry for. I’ve worn pants before, and truth be told, I’m 
more comfortable in them than in these fancy frocks.
The clothes were much too big for me; I could tell that with a glance. It didn’t matter. 
He didn’t seem inclined to leave, and right now I was far too cold to really care what he saw 
if it meant I could get warm, so I dropped the blanket to pull the thick, woolen tunic over 
my head. Ryn made a strangled sound as I stood and stepped into the pants. 
I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. ?ou just saw everything I have,
pulled the pants up to my waist and drew the drawstring tight. ?on’t tell me you’re 
overcome with lust now.
He closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face. ?’m afraid you’ll have to wear the 
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The toes of my fancy velvet slippers peeked out from beneath the overlong pant legs. 
The incongruity of my outfit almost made me smile. I rolled up the sleeves of the tunic and 
rewrapped the blanket around my shoulders. ?o we camp here tonight.
around the makeshift shelter. Weary as I was, I didn’t much care where I slept as long as I 
got to do it soon. 
?ou and I aren’t camping at all.
I blinked at him, not understanding. He didn’t explain further, only took my shoulders 
and steered me outside, where I was shocked to see Thunder, Ryn’s stallion, saddled and 
waiting for us. Another Fae steed was tied behind the stallion, with several bags draped over 
its back. ?yn. Are we going somewhere.
He mounted the stallion before turning to answer me. ?e’re going to Nahireas ahead 
of the others,?wo can travel much more quickly than forty, and after this night, I 
want you safely behind the castle walls.
My heart froze. Little as I wanted to go to the Fae capital city, at least I’d had the slim 
comfort of knowing the journey would take many days. I’d counted on those days to provide 
me with a chance to escape. 
With this once proclamation, Ryn had stripped that hope away from me. ?ut two are 
much more vulnerable than forty,
unable to stop myself. ?urely --
He reached down and pulled me into the saddle before him. ?o arguments. We’re 
going.
This time, he didn’t hold me across his lap. He turned me so I straddled the horse’s 
back and guided my hands to the saddle horn before wrapping one arm tightly around my 
waist. ?old on tight,
that made my heart lurch in my chest. 
 

52  Amelia Elias 
I’d never imagined that anything could go so fast. The sound of hooves pounding the 
ground all but deafened me, and I understood now how Thunder had gotten his name. The 
trees raced by in a dark blur, and the wind stung my eyes. I clung to the saddle with all my 
strength. If I’d been afraid of falling beneath the horse’s hooves before, it was nothing 
compared to the terror that now gripped me. 
Don’t worry, sweeting. I won’t let you fall. 
Ryn’s voice was low and soothing in my mind. I concentrated on his reassurance, 
closed my eyes, and prayed for it to be over soon. 
Closing my eyes only made it worse. After only a moment, I made myself open them 
again. Frightening as the view was, it was still preferable to blindly plunging headlong into 
the unknown at breakneck speed. 
In what seemed no time at all, the glow of the fires was out of sight. The dark forest 
surrounded us in our own world. My hands slowly cramped and my legs ached, and Ryn’s 
stallion wasn’t even out of breath. I could tell we’d be going at this speed for a long time 
before Thunder was exhausted. 
Desperate to distract myself, I reached for his mind. Tell me about Nahireas. Tell me 
what I should expect, since you say everything I’ve heard is untrue. 
Ryn hesitated a moment before replying, and when he did, he didn’t use words. An 
image suddenly filled my mind. I saw a bustling city surrounding an immense, ornate castle. 
Flags of black and gold and blue flew from the turrets and city walls, and those colors were 
echoed on houses, signs, banners -- everything I saw. Fae walked through the wide, paved 
streets, and to my shock, I saw men walking beside them. Not behind them, not relegated to 
the fields or forced to bow when the Fae passed by. These men shared the raised walkways as 
if they were equals. 
The image changed, focusing now on the castle. My breath caught in my throat. Never 
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they hurt the eyes to look upon. Spires and towers reached far into the heavens. Fae in armor 
patrolled the single gated entry into the inner bailey and lined the high walls, more perfect 
specimens of beauty and strength. 
But more than any of these images, I was captivated by Ryn’s emotions as he thought of 
his city of Nahireas. Pride filled him, and loyalty, and a love so intense it shook me. This was 
a place that he’d fought for and would gladly do so again. Would gladly die for, should that 
be necessary. 
And his love encompassed every living being in the city. 
For a long time, I lost myself in his mind, exploring his favorite places as he recalled 
them. Nahireas was beautiful. He ached to return, and for a time, I shared his longing. How 
could I want to escape such a place. 
Tell me about the king, I said, forcing myself to remember the cost of living in this 
apparent utopia. Tell me of Mazurian. 
The city vanished from my mind abruptly, and this time, no image accompanied his 
reply. Mazurian is a just king, Jane. He cares for his people. He will cherish you, I swear it. 
I felt Ryn’s certainty and wished I could share it. He doesn’t know me, I countered. 
How can you be so sure he’ll cherish a total stranger. 
He was silent so long, I didn’t think he’d reply at all. Just as I was about to repeat my 
question and beg for more information, Ryn sighed and hugged me tighter. You were a total 
stranger to me, and I cherish you. How could King Mazurian not. 
That admission stole the breath from my lungs. Ryn cherished me. No, surely he was 
jesting with me. He wanted my body; that was all. I exasperated him and frustrated him at 
every turn. There was no way in hell that he felt anything for me but lust. 
The problem was, I felt that same lust for him. If I had to give myself to a Fae, I’d 
choose Ryn in a heartbeat, but the thought of lying with a stranger -- even if he was the 
king -- made my blood run cold. If you feel anything for me, why give me over to Mazurian. 
 

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I asked silently. Why not keep me for yourself. The king has a Harvest of new bides every 
generation. Surely he won’t miss one peasant out of hundreds. 
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Ryn’s laughter took me by surprise. Sweet gods, Jane, he said, even his thoughts 
colored with amusement. How many women do you think Mazurian has married. 
The question took me by surprise. Mazurian had been king for hundreds of years and 
had taken uncounted women each generation for his own. I didn’t even think I knew 
enough numbers to try to figure the amount. Hundreds. Thousands. 
He laughed again. Four, Jane. Only four. The last was seveny years ago. 
For a moment, all I could do was gape. That just couldn’t be right. The Guard had taken 
three women from Miller’s Croft alone during the last Harvest. You’re joking. What does he 
do with the others. 
He does nothing with them. Every Fae who rides with the Guard is seaching for a 
wife, Ryn said. They choose a mate from the willing females who present themselves during 
the Harvest times. Most of those chosen go to the guards, and the rest come to the palace to 
meet other Fae who want wives. If the woman doesn’t want the match, no one forces her. 
But he’ll force me. 
Ryn sighed, but didn’t answer for a long time. Dawn slowly lightened the sky. It was so 
beautiful watching the ribbons of light gradually brighten overhead, so incongruous after the 
night I’d had. Had I really killed a man only hours ago. Had I really risked my life to save the 
twins, or had it all been a nightmare. 
Jane, listen to me. Ryn’s mental touch shook me out of the gruesome memories, and I 
focused on him gratefully. 
Mazurian is a good king, or he tries to be, he said. We have had so many rulers who 
cared only for themselves. He isn’t like that. I’ve watched this kingdom for hundreds of 
years, and it’s become more secure, more prosperous while Mazurian has been on the throne, 
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I wasn’t convinced of that. Miller’s Croft had been anything but secure and prosperous, 
in my memory. We’d lived in poverty, been raided, had our crops burned for spite, struggled 
to trade with nearby villages, and that didn’t even take into account what had happened the 
last time the Harvest Guard had ridden through. Still, that was an argument we could have 
later. What’ that got to do with me. I asked. It’s not like having me around is going to help 
him keep his throne. 
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You will, Jane. You just might be the woman to bear his heir and silence those who 
plot to take the throne. 
There was only one way to answer that. Why me. Why not one of the four he married 
before. 
None of them were ever able to bear a child. He sounded so sad for his king that my 
heart ached. After his last wife died, he consulted the court magician, who told him that only 
a human mindspeaker could give him the heir he sought. 
Well, that explained Ryn’s reaction to my accidental mindtouch in Miller’s Croft, but I 
was still skeptical. And in seventy years, you expect me to believe that no other mndspeaker 
has been born. 
Don’t scoff. You don’t know how rare you are. I am one of only a handful of Fae 
mindspeakers. Apart from you, I’ve never encountered a human mindspeaker. 
Thunder finally slowed, much to my relief. I’d wondered how long even a Fae 
warhorse could keep up this breakneck pace. ?ane,
over the sound of hooves on the hard ground, ?ou won’t be harmed in any way. Yes, you 
will marry Mazurian -- you must marry him, for the sake of your people and mine -- but I 
give you my word that the king won’t force you to his bed. You think you’re being taken to 
be some kind of broodmare, one in a harem of thousands, but that’s just not true. You are a 
treasure, and you will be treated like one.
 

56  Amelia Elias 
My mind spun with this new information, and I couldn’t think of a reply. All my fears, 
all my desperation to escape, had been based on what the guards had told us so many years 
ago. Now Ryn told me it was all untrue. Could I dare to believe that. In the time I’d been 
with the Fae, I’d been treated better than I ever had in Miller’s Croft. I’d been dressed in 
finery, served incredible food, protected. 
And Ryn listened to me, worried for me, as no one ever had. 
I sat in silence as the forest rolled by, numb with fatigue and unable to quiet my 
thoughts enough to sleep. If Ryn was lying to me, he was a master at it. I’d felt his emotions 
when he’d told me of Nahireas and Mazurian. He said I was the answer to so many prayers, 
and his conviction, his utter belief that he spoke the truth, had colored every word. It was a 
seductive thought. I’d never been important before, never. 
The truth was, I really didn’t have anything to go back to. No man in Miller’s Croft 
would ever have wed me. I was too headstrong and opinionated, too independent and 
defiant. If some fool had dared to marry me, I doubt he’d have put up with my 
independence. It would’ve been beaten out of me, as it was beaten out of all the women of 
the croft. 
Much as I exasperated Ryn, he’d never really tried to change my spirit. He’d only 
requested I do things that would keep me safe. 
Would it really be so bad to be a Fae’s wife. 
The answer came immediately. Yes, it would. I didn’t want to marry a stranger, even if 
he was a king. I cared nothing for politics, or prophesies, and I didn’t give much of a damn 
about the kingdom, either. After all, it had never done anything for me. Why should I give 
up so much for it. 
That left only one answer I could see. 
?yn.
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I bit my lip, hoping I wasn’t making a mistake. ?ill you wed with me instead.
Shock stiffened his body behind me, and I felt it when I tried to touch his mind. 
Clearly, whatever he’d expected me to ask, it hadn’t been that. 
I pressed, hoping to cut short the protest I knew was coming. ?ou said that every Fae 
who rides with the Guard is looking for a bride. That means you want a wife, doesn’t it. 
Despite what you must think of me, I know I can be a good wife. I won’t defy you if you 
marry me.?t least, not all the time.
?ane, haven’t you been listening to me.?’ve told you how rare you 
are, how we’ve searched for you. Mazurian --
?ou’re a mindspeaker,?’m a mindspeaker. What if we had a daughter. 
The gift could pass to her, couldn’t it. Mazurian could court her instead.
Thunder slowed as if sensing his master’s turmoil. ?ou would rather be the wife of a 
commander than to rule as queen.’t have been more shocked. ?ane, think 
about what you’re saying.
?s I keep reminding you, I’m only a peasant. I have no desire to be queen of the Fae -- 
the very idea terrifies me. I have no desire to bed a king or fulfill a prophecy or any of the 
rest of it.?yn, all I want is a 
husband who will treat me decently, not beat me, and have some affection for me. You said 
you care for me, and you’ve shown you can put up with me. I don’t want to hope Mazurian 
will someday feel like you do.
?weet gods,
?ou’re killing me, Jane. You’re asking me for the one thing I can’t give you.
I fell silent then. I wouldn’t beg him. If his blasted king was more important to him 
than having a willing wife, so be it. Much as he lusted for me, much as he said he cherished 
me, it clearly wasn’t enough for him to wed me or even truly bed me. Tears stung my eyes, 
but I refused to let them fall, clinging to my stubborn streak and what remained of my pride. 
 

58  Amelia Elias 
Ryn said I was the answer to a prayer, but no one would answer mine. 
He groaned, as though catching the thought from me. Trust me, he murmured in my 
mind. I can’t explain to you, Jane. I wish to the gods I could. Will you trust me. 
?o I have a choice.
Ryn sighed, but didn’t reply. That was fine with me. I was exhausted, both physically 
and emotionally, and I’d already bruised my pride enough for one day. ?re we going to stop 
and sleep anytime soon.
?e’ll stop soon to rest the horses. You can try to sleep, if you like. I won’t let you 
fall.
I opened my mouth to tell him that sleeping on horseback was impossible, but my eyes 
closed and I knew no more. 
 

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Chapter Seven 
 
The rest of the journey to Nahireas passed in a blur. We rarely spoke, and never about 
our feelings. The wall between us, formed by my proposal and his refusal, seemed 
impregnable. When Ryn stopped to make camp, which was rare, he held me tight as I slept, 
but never tried to touch me as he had before. The forced pace kept me in such a state of 
exhaustion that I was never able to stay awake long enough to put my plans of seduction into 
play. 
It only took two days to reach the capital city. I watched it come into view, and even 
though it was just as beautiful as Ryn’s memories had promised, my heart sank. 
I would be queen of this city, and I’d gladly give it all up if I could. 
Still, I’d learned much from Ryn as we’d ridden here, and I could understand his 
determination to see that Mazurian’s throne was secured. The raids, the poverty, all the 
hardships of the peasants in villages like mine -- Mazurian was determined to put a stop to 
them, but had been hindered at every turn by the politics of the court. It would take many 
guards to secure the outlying lands, and why should the Fae risk so much for a dynasty that 
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Especially when the most likely candidates to succeed him didn’t share one tenth of his 
concern for humans. 
Assassination plots were rampant, forcing the king to keep a great deal of his Guard at 
the palace. Even though he tried, Ryn couldn’t hide his worry from me, linked as we were. 
Mazurian was a ruler under siege, and in a court obsessed with his childless state, the 
possibility that I could give him an heir was all-important. 
Understanding didn’t make me happy about it, though. 
Nahireas was ringed with great stone walls. The immensity of them astounded me. I 
knew I was gaping as we rode through the tall gates, and still I couldn’t stop. I’d seen this in 
Ryn’s mind, but seeing it in person was a thousand times different. 
Ryn didn’t slow to show me the city, however. I felt his tension in his rigid body 
behind me and in his arm around my waist, in the agitation of his thoughts as I tried to touch 
his mind. With one short command in the Fae tongue, he conscripted half a dozen guards to 
accompany us along the road. 
And it was only when we were surrounded by guards that I fully realized what Ryn 
had been trying to tell me all along. If the king was in danger of assassination ... 
... I was doubly so. 
People stopped and stared as we made our way through the streets at full gallop. 
Without thinking, I opened my mind to those around us, influenced by Ryn’s clear 
nervousness and my own fears. Little as I wanted to reach what awaited me at the end of our 
journey, it was still preferable to assassination. The pressure of all the minds swallowed me 
for a moment before I sorted it out. The crowd was curious, but not nervous, and I could find 
no trace of aggression around me. I searched their thoughts, their moods, and no one was 
planning on trying to harm me. 
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Mindspeaker, Ryn had called me, but this ... this was mindreading. The task both 
exhausted and thrilled me. I could read the entire city, if I wanted to -- feel their fears, their 
joys, touch their moods, and perhaps even feel an attacker’s intent to harm before he ever got 
close to me. Sweet stars above! Was this how Ryn had known the villagers were about to 
attack before they’d crashed into the camp. No wonder the king wanted mindspeakers -- no 
wonder Ryn, one of the few in his Guard, held such a high rank. 
And no wonder Ryn had kept me close to him at all times. Had I learned this skill 
sooner, I could’ve picked up on the slightest inattention of the Harvest Guards, snuck away 
through the dark, and avoided my pursuers with ease. 
Ryn’s arm loosened around my waist as we passed through the great gates and into the 
castle proper, and before I could think better of it, I opened my mind to his as I had to the 
crowd. 
I don’t know if he felt my attempt to read him. If he did, he didn’t try to stop me. His 
predominant emotion was anxiety, but he didn’t fear attack. I closed my eyes and pressed 
deeper, not sure what I was hoping to find. 
Foremost in his mind was the absolute conviction that my marriage to the king was the 
right thing to do -- no surprises there, but it still stung that he didn’t at least wonder what 
it’d be like if he kept me for himself. It didn’t make sense. His feelings for me were strong on 
the surface of his mind, and the affection there would’ve thrilled me, had he not been so 
determined to see me wed the king. 
Tangled beneath this assurance, however, I felt a dark space, impenetrable, secret. 
Ryn was keeping something locked away inside himself, the kind of secret that could 
destroy more than just himself. He was lying to me, his men, his king, everyone. The 
revelation stunned me. 
What could Ryn be hiding. 
 

62  Amelia Elias 
As I touched that dark place inside him, trying to press deeper, Ryn suddenly shoved 
me out of his mind. The wordless ejection brought me back to my body with a thud. Only 
then did I realize how focused I’d been on him, to the exclusion of everything else. 
I looked around the vast courtyard with awe and trepidation. It was too much to take 
in. Wagons, horses, dogs, Fae, children, men and women, the smoke and noise of a smithy, 
the startled squawk of chickens scattered by our arrival, the scent of fresh hay and baking 
bread and noisy animals ... 
Ryn swung down out of the saddle and lifted me down before I could adjust to the 
sensory overload. Another guard took Thunder away. Ryn pulled me away from our escort 
and toward a door into the castle just as three young women rushed out. 
?hese are your lady’s maids,
?hey’ll help you to --
As soon as I realized what he was doing, giving me over to their care, I grabbed his 
hand in panic. Don’t leave me! 
He stopped at my silent plea. ?ane,
smiling at me. ?’m not leaving you. I won’t ever leave you alone. Now, go with --
I shook my head, clinging to his hand as though it were a lifeline. I had no clue what to 
do with a lady’s maid, much less three of them. I didn’t want these women helping me do 
anything. This place overwhelmed me. Ryn was the only thing here that I knew, and I 
wasn’t letting go of him without a fight. 
He must’ve been touching my thoughts because he stopped trying to push me toward 
the maids. ?ll right,?ome with me.
He led me toward the women, who all curtsied deeply to me. Ryn squeezed my hand 
again when I started to curtsy back, reminding me of the astonishing fact that I was actually 
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father’s cottage four times over, up staircase after staircase, through sitting rooms and 
banquet halls and chambers whose use I couldn’t even guess at. I was lost within minutes. 
Finally Ryn stopped before a closed door and glanced back at the maids, who had 
silently followed us. ?ait here,
through. 
I barely had time to register the enormous four-poster bed in the center of the room 
before Ryn yanked off his helmet, dropped it to the floor, and dragged me into his arms. I 
went up on my toes and met his kiss with all the passion and fear in my heart. 
He groaned and buried his fingers in my hair, kissing me fast and hot, devouring my 
mouth with long, deep licks and sharp little bites, flicking his tongue over mine, branding 
me with his taste and his desire. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my body 
against his from knee to shoulder. His armor bit into me, and I didn’t care. 
I wanted this. I wanted him, and I never wanted this kiss to end. 
All too soon, he broke away. ? shouldn’t do this,
against mine. 
I nibbled his chin, his jaw, trailed kisses down his throat. ?ou should do this.
His hands left my hair, and I tightened my arms around him, afraid he meant to push 
me away. A moment later I heard his gauntlets hit the floor, and then his hands were back, 
bare palms sliding beneath the too-large shirt I wore, his skin hot on my ribs. I lifted my 
face, and he kissed me again, ravenous in his desire, his mind open to mine so I could feel his 
need and frustration. 
One more taste, he thought, his mind burning with lust. I shouldn’t, but sweet Jane, I 
can’t resist you. 
Don’t try. My pussy was already wet. All he had to do was look at me to make me slick, 
wet, aching and ready for him. 
 

64  Amelia Elias 
His hands covered my breasts, and I moaned into his mouth. Gods, his touch was 
perfect, rolling my nipples between his fingers, pinching them, never too hard or too soft. I 
knew he was in my mind, reading what gave me pleasure. My pussy clenched, so empty, and 
more than I wanted my next breath, I wanted him inside me. 
His breath caught. Suddenly he spun me around, trapping me between his body and 
the cold stone wall at my back. I tried to cup him, desperate to feel his cock beneath my 
hands, to stroke him and guide him inside me, but his armor defeated me. Cold steel 
separated me from him. I whimpered, frustrated, but the sound turned to a gasp when he 
pinched my nipples again. 
When he broke the kiss, I was too breathless to protest. He held my gaze with his as he 
slowly knelt before me. His hands slid down, over my belly, tracing my navel, finally 
stopping at the tie that held my pants closed. ? want to taste you,
eyes, he nuzzled my mons through the fabric. ?ust like I did the night I chose you. I want to 
feel you come on my tongue, Jane, and imagine you coming on my cock. Do you want that, 
sweeting.
?h, Ryn,
everything he wanted to do to me. ? want everything.
The tie parted under his fingers. He gently pulled my hands from his hair and guided 
them to my pussy. Open yourself for me, he murmured in my mind, and when I obeyed, he 
kissed each one of my fingers. His hands slid up to my breasts again, and when he flicked his 
fingers over my nipples and blew a warm breath across my wet pussy, it felt so damn good 
that I almost came right then. 
He groaned, and then his mouth was there, licking and sucking, devouring me. The 
sight of his head buried between my thighs, the ecstasy on his face and in his mind, the 
sudden thrust of his tongue deep inside me as he toyed with my nipples ... I’d never imagined 
anything so sexy in my entire life. My hips thrust against his mouth, totally beyond my 
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want. One of his hands left my breast, and before I could protest its loss, he sucked my clit 
into his mouth and sank one long finger inside me. Thrusting in and out in time with my 
rapid breaths, rolling my clit on his tongue like a delicacy and massaging first one breast and 
then the other, his lust filling my mind and his fantasy of pulling me to the floor and burying 
his throbbing cock inside me all the way to the balls, Ryn took me far past pleasure to a 
feeling I’d never known before. 
When I came, I had to bite my lips hard to keep from screaming. He pressed a spot 
deep inside me, and my orgasm reached new heights, robbing me of breath. My vision went 
black, and all I could do was ride it out. 
An eternity later and all too soon, Ryn pulled away and gently lowered me to kneel 
beside him on the floor. I almost came again when he closed his eyes and licked his finger 
clean with obvious relish. I tasted myself on his lips when he kissed me. ?ane,
against my lips, making my name into an endearment. ?y sweet Jane.
? love you.
The words were out before I could stop them, and they hung heavy in the room 
between us. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, just held me and stroked my hair. I 
didn’t bother trying to take them back. I could still feel him in my mind and knew he had to 
have felt the truth of them. 
Finally he pressed a kiss to my forehead and helped me to stand. Neither of us said a 
word as he retied the waist of my pants and straightened my shirt. I couldn’t meet his eyes. 
When he finished with my clothes, he gathered his helmet and gauntlets and turned to 
the door. Panicking, using every bit of willpower I possessed not to reach out and grab him 
again, I couldn’t keep from whispering, ?ill I see you again.
He stopped with his hand on the latch and looked back at me. ?ot like this,
gently. ?ut, Jane, it will be all right. I swear it will. Trust me.
And then he opened the door and left, and all I could do was watch him go. 
 

66  Amelia Elias 
The three maids came in, heads bowed, and gently closed the door. They drew me to a 
steaming bath and sprinkled something into the water that smelled of flowers, and I couldn’t 
even acknowledge the luxury. Ryn was gone. He was truly gone, was truly giving me away. 
When I sank down into the hot water, I ducked my head under the surface and 
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Chapter Eight 
 
That evening, I caught my first glimpse of my future husband. 
As they’d dressed me after my bath, the maids told me that Ryn had left orders that I 
was to stay hidden in my room until the moment of the royal wedding. No one was to know 
that I was the king’s chosen, and when I touched their minds, I found that they had no clue 
that I was a mindspeaker, either. 
I didn’t enlighten them. 
As the hours passed, however, I couldn’t stand the seclusion. I’d never had an idle day 
in my life and didn’t know what to do with them. The intricate needlework my maids busied 
themselves with was beyond me. Several books lay on a high shelf, but even if I’d dared to 
touch the precious volumes, I’d never learned to read. 
I did the only thing I was good at. I cajoled, I pleaded, I persuaded and bullied my 
maids until they agreed to lend me a servant’s gown and let me work during the evening 
meal. 
So, dressed as a kitchen maid, I circled the great hall and refilled wine goblets during 
the evening meal. Many guards filled the hall, but I didn’t see Ryn anywhere. I stretched my 
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I did, however, feel the excitement running through the hall at the report that the 
Harvest Guard was only a few days from the castle. Guards and noble Fae alike were anxious 
to see the chosen women and perhaps find a bride among them. Just as Ryn had promised, I 
found no hint in any of the minds I touched that any Fae would force a woman to wed him. 
No, their thoughts were all of courtship, not rape or coercion. I thought of the ladies, and my 
heart lightened a little despite my own predicament. 
At least they seemed to have a good chance of finding happiness here. 
Whenever I could, I tried to sneak a glance at the high table where the king sat. Noble 
ladies served him, not lowly maids like myself, so I couldn’t get close -- not that I really 
wanted to. Still, glances were enough to give me some idea about the Fae I would marry. 
He was magnificent, but I’d expected no less. Unlike that of every other Fae in the hall, 
Mazurian’s long hair was dark, a rich, deep brown like some highly polished wood. I couldn’t 
get close enough to be sure, but I thought his eyes were dark, too. His features were exotic 
and sharp -- almond-shaped eyes, a strong blade of a nose, cheekbones a woman couldn’t 
help but envy. In a word, he was beautiful, but his looks weren’t what made him stand out 
from the Fae around him. Power clung to him, making him look every inch the king even 
though he wore no crown or diadem. 
I’d only ever felt such a compelling aura of command once before, and that was from 
Ryn. My heart ached at the thought of him, and I risked another glance at the king to 
distract myself. 
My future husband. I still couldn’t seem to wrap my mind around the thought. Here 
was the Fae who commanded such loyalty from Ryn, the Immortal King who’d ruled for 
generations and looked no older than I did. 
Before I could think better of it, I opened my mind and sorted through all the thoughts 
in the room until I could touch his. 
 

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What I read there made my hand slip on the heavy wine pitcher, sloshing the crimson 
liquid over the rim of the goblet I was filling. I righted it quickly and sopped up the spill 
with my apron, muttering apologies to the Fae I’d almost splashed. He merely waved me 
away, and I was only too happy to go. 
Mazurian wasn’t the devoted king that Ryn had described. His mind was full of dark, 
locked secrets, blank spaces amid a sea of cruelty and ambition. He didn’t care about the 
humans in his kingdom and only tolerated most of the Fae. His feeling of superiority, his 
amusement at the fawning of the courtiers and disgust at the sight of the human serving 
wenches, were all evident as he glanced around the hall. He loved his power, not his 
kingdom, and he’d kill anyone or anything that threatened to steal that power. 
I felt sick and was abruptly glad I hadn’t eaten any of the dinner my maids had brought 
me. All of the assurances Ryn had given me, everything he’d believed would happen to me, 
were wrong. This wasn’t a man who would take the time to seduce me to his bed, not when 
force was much faster. This wasn’t a man who would ?herish
gave him a child or not. This was a man who would endure me only until he got what he 
wanted and then set me aside ... or worse. 
Ryn, I thought desperately, wondering if he could even hear me. Why didn’t you keep 
me. Why sentence me to this. 
Thankfully the king stood then, signaling the end of the evening meal, and I was only 
too grateful to lower my eyes to the floor and stand in the shadows as the Fae left the hall. I 
only have to stay until they’re all gone, I told myself, trying not to tremble too much, 
desperate to escape notice. Surely I could hold myself together for a minute more. 
Damn the kingdom and everyone in it. I couldn’t stay here. 
When the hall was finally empty, I carefully put the wine pitcher on the nearest table. 
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where the kitchen was, and I’d never heard of a kitchen that didn’t have a door that opened 
to the outside. 
Just as I turned to make my last attempt to escape, a hand fell on my arm. I gasped and 
spun around. 
The Fae whose hand clutched my elbow looked older than any I’d ever seen. His 
golden hair was touched with silver at the temples, and fine lines crinkled the corners of his 
eyes. Remembering how long Mazurian had ruled and how young he looked, I couldn’t 
imagine how old this Fae must be. 
And then I realized I was staring into his eyes, which was unconscionably rude and 
totally out of character for a serving maid, and I dropped my gaze and curtsied low. ? beg 
pardon, master,’t have to fake the fearful tremor in my voice as I reached 
out to his mind to see what punishment I’d just earned. 
You truly are a mindspeaker, then. 
His voice in my head made me look up with a gasp. I’d only ever felt Ryn touch my 
mind like that. 
The Fae smiled reassuringly. No punishment for you, my dear, and no running away, 
either, he told me. His voice in my head was calm, kind. Things are not what they seem here. 
I could see no point in either pretending I wasn’t a mindspeaker or denying my plans 
of escape, and I answered him the same way. Maste, I don’t understand. Ryn -- I mean, 
Commander Rynnaut -- he told me things ... I stopped abruptly before I said any more, 
wondering if I’d already said too much. It wasn’t safe to even think ill of the king. 
r
Just because this stranger was a mindspeaker didn’t make him an ally. 
His smile didn’t waver. ? am Telnau,
bow. ? am the king’s sorcerer. No, don’t be afraid. I, too, have spoken with the good 
commander, and I understand your confusion. Things aren’t what they seem, Jane. The king 
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? can’t.
again, and I impatiently dashed them away. ?ill you take me to Ryn.
Telnau sighed and guided my hand to the crook of his elbow before leading me from 
the hall. You should not have spoken that aloud, he said reprovingly. You will wed 
tomorrow, Jane. We cannot delay this. He held up his hand as if sensing my protest before I 
could speak it. Delay would be disastrous. Tomorrow you will see the one you love, but you 
must swear to me that you will not defy the king at the ceremony. 
If that was the price of seeing Ryn, I would pay it. I nodded, with my eyes on the stone 
floor. 
Telnau was silent until we reached the sturdy wooden door of my room. I will come 
for you tomorrow, he said. Open the door for no one but me, Jane. Not even you 
commander. Especially not your commander. Don’t trust your eyes or your ears. Trust only 
what you read of people. Remember, a mindspeaker sees the truth, always. 
r
I nodded even though I didn’t really understand. Telnau locked me inside my room, 
and I fell on the bed, exhausted, brokenhearted, too numb to even be terrified. This intrigue, 
all these politics ... they were beyond me. How was I to find my way in this place when a 
single evening left me this bewildered. 
The morning came too soon. For the first time in my life, I didn’t awaken and jump 
right out of bed. There was no reason to. I had no chores, no duties, nothing I needed to do, 
nothing anyone expected of me. I watched the colors of dawn chase across the sky and fade, 
heard the slow rise of noise and movement in the courtyard far below my window, and 
waited for Telnau to come. 
The sun was high in the sky when I heard a knock at my door. Bored with laziness -- 
the novelty of lying abed had worn off pretty quickly -- I’d washed my face and made the 
bed, but my attempts to dress myself had failed. None of the gowns could be donned alone. 
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that needed to be pinned on, or any number of other difficulties. I’d never imagined that the 
act of dressing could be so complex. 
Still in my nightclothes, I reached out with my mind and found Telnau there with the 
three maids who’d bathed me yesterday. I opened the door and let them in. The Fae smiled 
at me in a way that was clearly meant to be reassuring as the maids carried in the most 
elaborate, ornate gown I’d ever seen. ?ow fare you this morning, my dear.
I shrugged, wondering what answer he could possibly be expecting me to give. I was in 
love with one man and about to wed another. It was hardly what I’d call a happy day. 
The maids urged me behind the dressing screen, and I closed my eyes as they dressed 
me. Fine silk shift, then a stiff corset, then three layers of petticoats. They slipped the first 
under-tunic over my head, a shimmering layer of black and gold brocade. Over that went a 
second under tunic, this one a dark royal-blue silk that was split from ankle to shoulder at 
the sides and from hem to waist in front so the black material showed when I moved. 
The outer layer settled over me like a shroud. Heavily encrusted with gems, the cloth 
of gold glowed in the light streaming in through the window. I forced myself to remain still 
as they laced me in tight and slid the matching sleeves onto my arms, even though the 
weight of the gown was stifling. 
There’d be no running away in this dress. Not only did it weigh almost as much as I 
did, there was no way I could ever get out of it on my own. 
When the maids finally finished pinning and tugging, they led me to the wide bench in 
front of the mirror. I couldn’t stand to look at myself, so I concentrated on the sorcerer’s face 
behind me instead. Telnau’s eyes were serious as he watched them brush my short hair and 
pin gems and flowers amid the curls. 
?ou are a vision,?azurian could 
not ask for a lovelier bride.
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as the gown was, I wasn’t sure I could move my shoulders at all. Telnau took my hand and 
squeezed it as though he understood my silence. Have faith, Jane. 
You all tell me that, I replied, not bothering to hide my heartache from him. Why 
bother. All that was keeping me going was the promise of a glimpse of Ryn after the 
ceremony. Just take me to the church and let me do what must be done. 
I remember only bits and pieces of the walk through the castle. The gown rustled and 
swayed with my every step, making a sound like the wind through the tall wheat just before 
harvest. I remember Fae crossing their hands over their hearts and bowing low as I walked 
by, flanked by a dozen guards who I hadn’t noticed before that moment. I heard someone 
shush a child’s laughter as I passed a room, and I wished they’d let him keep laughing. 
Then we were crossing the courtyard, my guard close around me, Telnau before me, 
and I saw the church rising in front of us. 
?hurch’t the word for it. It was more than that, more than a cathedral. It was 
the most incredible thing I’d ever seen. Its spires seemed to touch the very heavens. A choir 
sang inside, a melody of such perfect beauty, it lifted even my heart. 
As we approached, the doors were flung wide open. Telnau continued straight up the 
long aisle as the guards around me stopped at the threshold and simultaneously lifted their 
swords in salute. Feeling like the world’s worst impostor, intimidated by the pageantry, the 
sheer magnificence of it all -- the gown, the cathedral, the music, all the gold and gems and 
splendor -- I closed my eyes and lowered my head. 
Surely you do not bow, sweeting. 
Ryn’s voice in my mind sent a surge of excitement through my entire body. I scanned 
the gathered Fae, desperate for a glimpse of him. I didn’t see him anywhere. Where are you. 
I thought desperately. 
I am here, Jane. Walk forward now, love. Follow Telnau. 
 

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I did as he asked, hardly aware that the music had swelled to a symphony of divine 
voices. The weight of the gown was the only thing that kept me from running. Ryn was 
here, perhaps hidden in the throng, but here nonetheless. One blond Fae in such a vast space 
was naturally difficult to find, but suddenly I realized the impossible. 
I had faith. 
I was barely conscious of the king waiting for me. I saw Telnau pass beside Mazurian 
and stand before the altar, but only out of the corner of my eye. I was too busy searching for 
Ryn. 
Look up, Jane. Ryn’s voice, so familiar. I did as he asked, fully expecting to see him near 
the king, perhaps standing amidst the gilded guards who encircled the holy center of the 
cathedral. All I saw was Mazurian, dark, crowned, and magnificent. 
Terrifying. 
His dark eyes were fixed on mine with such intensity that I couldn’t suppress a shiver. 
He didn’t glance at my gown or so much as blink at the fortune in jewels scattered carelessly 
through my hair. Up close, he was even more beautiful than I’d thought last night, but the 
horrible glimpse I’d had of his mind made me shudder. I didn’t dare try to touch his mind 
again. 
Ryn, he’s not what you thought -- he’s not a good king! I told him frantically. I touched 
his mind, last night in the great hall. He’s ruthless and loves only power. He hates humans. 
Please don’t make me marry him! 
Easy, love, have faith. Speak your vows to me, then, not to the Fae you read last night. 
Mazurian was still watching me, and suddenly I was afraid he’d see through me, 
somehow know that I spoke with Ryn. I lifted my chin as I ascended the wide steps to where 
the king waited. Let him stare at me all he wanted. 
I hadn’t bowed to Ryn, and I wouldn’t bow to his thrice-damned king, either. 
 

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One corner of Mazurian’s mouth twitched in what could almost have been a smile. 
Before I could be sure, he turned and faced Telnau. I followed his lead. 
What followed were the worst moments of my life. In both Fae and the human tongue, 
Telnau spoke long. We knelt, we stood, we knelt again, and then finally clasped hands. I kept 
my eyes fixed on the sorcerer as I repeated the words that would bind me, body and soul and 
life, to the king. In my secret heart, I spoke them to Ryn. Mazurian replied with his vows. 
His voice was smooth, deep, musical, unhesitating. I could almost believe he meant them. 
The ring he slipped over my finger was thick gold covered in opals and rubies and diamonds. 
I had no ring for him. 
Telnau blessed us, the choir sang, the corset dug into my ribs, and the weight of the 
gown threatened to crush me. At least my years of hard labor had given me a strong back and 
sturdy legs to bear the burden. I didn’t know how the frail, willowy ladies around me could 
possibly manage it. 
Just when the ache in my back progressed to the point of agony, Telnau raised his 
hands high and spoke loudly in the Fae tongue. He then lifted a sparkling diadem from a 
pillow and placed it upon my head. There was a rustle behind me of the assembled Fae 
bowing as I was crowned. It felt unreal. Abruptly I flexed my toes, aching for the freedom of 
bare feet instead of the confinement of these jeweled slippers. 
Finally Telnau fell silent. Even before Mazurian took my hand and drew me around to 
face the rest of the cathedral, I knew it was done. I was married, crowned, bound forever to 
the Immortal King. 
Once a peasant, now queen of the Fae. It was the perfect fairy tale wedding in the 
perfect fairy tale story, but this one could only end happily never after. 
Mazurian squeezed my hand, clearly wanting me to look his way. I refused. Again, I 
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truly desperate now. We were about to leave this place, and I still hadn’t caught a glimpse of 
him, despite Telnau’s promise. 
I will be with you soon, he replied. Don’t be afraid. 
And no matter how I tried, I couldn’t mindtouch him again. 
 

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Chapter Nine 
 
Mazurian didn’t kiss me at our wedding. In fact, other than taking my hand to lead me 
from the chapel and to the great hall for the wedding banquet, he didn’t touch me at all. That 
was just fine with me. As was customary, we shared a trencher at the meal, and I ate without 
tasting any of it. 
I ached at being denied the promised glimpse of Ryn. Telnau had lied so I wouldn’t 
disrupt the wedding. I could’ve killed him for tricking me this way. 
The banquet lasted for hours. Unused to the weight of the crown, my head pounded 
and my neck throbbed. Minstrels sang and danced, a play was enacted for our pleasure, and 
the wine flowed freely. I didn’t hesitate to partake of it just as freely. I needed any courage I 
could get. The liquid kind was as good as any other, and it helped my vicious headache. 
Finally, just when I thought I’d die if I didn’t get out of the cumbersome gown soon, 
Mazurian rose and my maids arrived to escort me away. I saw the king turn toward me, 
obviously meaning to say something to me, but I pretended not to notice and slipped away. 
His chuckle followed me out of the hall. 
My legs trembled and my knees felt weak -- I told myself it was the wine and not fear. 
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when no one was around to see. I touched their minds and felt empathy, not jealousy. These 
three knew what it was to work hard, to serve the Fae with everything they were and yet be 
invisible to them, and they didn’t envy me for my elevation in status. 
They, probably more than anyone else in the kingdom, knew what it would cost. 
They led me to a different suite this time. The massive room was dominated by an 
equally massive bed draped in blue, gold, and black -- Mazurian’s colors. A thick rug of blue 
and gold warmed the stone floor. Tapestries covered the walls. It was a gorgeous room, and it 
filled me with dread, but I didn’t protest when my maids began the long task of undressing 
me. 
They had only just removed the last under-tunic, leaving me in the fine silken shift, 
when I sensed someone approaching the door. Who’s there. I challenged, suspecting I’d find 
the sorcerer and clenching my fists in anticipation. 
I wasn’t disappointed. Telnau answered me aloud, not with his mind. ?he king 
approaches, my lady.
The maids gasped, and two of them hurried to remove the final jewels from my hair. 
The third rushed to find a thick robe and wrap it around me. I was hardly conscious of their 
attentions in my rage at the sorcerer. Come in, then, so I can cut out your lying tongue 
before he arives. 
r
His amusement filled my mind, both surprised and admiring. Ahh, he told me you had 
spirit. 
How dare you speak of Ryn to me. My rage was so great, I only peripherally noticed 
my maids bowing out of the room. Damn you for a liar, Telnau -- you said I would see him, 
and he wasn’t there! 
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The door opened before I could fire back another scathing reply. I caught a glimpse of 
the ancient Fae in the background and literally ached to tear him apart, but he stood behind 
Mazurian. 
My rage died in a wave of dread. This was it, then. End of the road, no escape. I didn’t 
dare defy the king to his face. I clutched my robe so tightly my knuckles ached, and curtsied 
the best I could. ?y lord,
Jane, I thought we’d already discussed you bowing, sweeting. 
r
Ryn’s voice in my mind was so unexpected, so shocking, I gasped and jerked my head 
up so quickly that I lost my balance. I hardly felt my impact with the floor. I was too busy 
searching the hall behind Mazurian and Telnau, desperate to see him. Ryn, where are you. 
Mazurian crossed the room and knelt before me. ?ight here, Jane.
For an endless moment, I couldn’t even get a breath. The king reached out and touched 
my cheek. That small touch was all it took to break me from my shock, and I closed my eyes, 
sending my thoughts searching for Ryn again. 
I’m here, he said in my mind. In front of you. Touching you. 
No. I didn’t even think about the denial. It was instinctive. It’s a trick. He made you 
mindspeak to me, didn’t he. Was this how he expected to get his heir, by fooling me into 
thinking he was really my beloved. 
Mazurian laughed softly. ?ou always were ready to believe the worst, little Not-It.
My eyes opened in shock at the old nickname. His voice was warm, gentle, and not 
Ryn’s. I had no idea what Mazurian hoped to gain from this, but I wasn’t falling for it. I’d 
read the king last night, and I knew the monster hidden behind the beauty. ? have no reason 
not to believe the worst,
The door closed quietly. I sensed Telnau standing only a few feet away, but all my 
attention was focused on the Fae before me, the earnest, anxious expression on his exotic 
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Then he smiled at me. ?ery well,?ou want proof, and I’ll give it to you. I 
chose you in Miller’s Croft. You looked hideous, and your dress was the dirtiest thing I’ve 
ever seen. You mindspoke to me just as I started to leave, and you were distraught over being 
chosen. You’re afraid of horses. You ran from me through the woods and cried over a torn 
dress. I brought you a gold circlet that you refused to wear. Do you believe me yet, or shall I 
go on.
I was gaping at him. I knew it, and I still couldn’t manage to stop. Either Ryn had given 
him incredibly complete information about me, down to the smallest detail, or ... or ... 
?t’s impossible,
?ot impossible.?erely a little 
magic.
Mazurian still hadn’t broken our shared gaze. ? know this is hard to believe. I wanted 
so badly to tell you, and I couldn’t. It had to be this way, sweeting.
pressed it to his chest. ?his isn’t who you’re used to seeing. I know that. You can’t always 
trust your eyes, Jane.
It was a trick. It had to be. When I’d touched the king’s mind last night, I’d been 
certain he wasn’t a mindspeaker, yet there was no longer any doubt that Mazurian was 
mindspeaking to me now. His fast heartbeat beneath my palm betrayed his nervousness. 
Could it really be true. 
Only one way to find out. 
I braced myself before closing my eyes and reaching out to Mazurian’s mind again. I 
was ready for deception, for the empty space of his secrets, the cruelty and ambition, his 
amusement at playing with me. 
I felt Ryn. 
 

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He showed me the city again, as he had during our ride to Nahireas. His love for it was 
all-encompassing, just as I remembered. Beneath it I felt his strength, his loyalty, and above 
all, his fear that I wouldn’t believe that the Fae I loved was truly right in front of me. 
I love you, Jane da’Smithy, Mazurian murmured in my mind. I love the way you defy 
me. I love how you demand proof of everything. I love that you would rathe be a soldier’s 
wife than become queen. And I love every inch of your body. I have no more secrets from 
you. Search me all you wish. Just, please, believe. 
r
He brushed gentle fingers over my cheeks, making me aware for the first time that I 
was crying. I covered my face with my hands to hide the tears. ?hy didn’t you tell me.
He wrapped his arms around me and cradled me to his chest, but it was Telnau who 
answered. ?hen I cast the spell, I laid a bond of silence on them both. He was unable to tell 
you the truth, just as Rynnaut was unable to speak of his true identity to anyone.
?hy.’t look at either of them. ?hy do this, fool everyone.
Again, the sorcerer answered while Mazurian simply held me close. ? know he told 
you of the assassination plots. We devised this plan to draw the traitors out without putting 
the king at risk.
?he plan was discovered by Rynnaut,?e told only Telnau and me. 
An assassination attempt was supposed to happen while the Harvest Guard were away, and 
he proposed trading places with me. More than that -- trading bodies. Telnau has the power 
to move the soul from one body to another. That way, the attackers could carry out the 
attempt and be caught without ever putting me at risk.
smile through the mental connection we still held. ?ou were a variable we didn’t plan on, 
sweeting.
The reminder that my beloved now inhabited a different body made me shiver. I 
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Telnau shook his head. ?e was protected by layers of security and magic,
?e was never in danger. Still, Rynnaut was known to all as the king’s most loyal and trusted 
friend. If King Mazurian were assassinated, what could be more natural than Rynnaut 
challenging the usurper for the crown.
That, at least, made sense to me. I’d seen Ryn -- no, Mazurian -- fight during the 
ambush. He was an incredible warrior, and I had little doubt he could defeat any opponent. 
Still, he was a mindspeaker! How could he not have known what Rynnaut was planning. 
But then I remembered the ambition and love of power I’d felt from the impostor last 
night. The black spaces of buried secrets that filled his mind. That Fae would’ve done 
anything, killed anyone, to keep the throne. If I’d really been touching the commander’s 
mind instead of the king’s, then the entire plan had been a complex trap to steal the throne 
with no one being the wiser. 
I shook my head in a vain attempt to quiet my spinning thoughts. This was complex, 
layers upon layers of plots and lies. Could such and outlandish tale really be the truth. 
?t was a complicated plan to betray me, one he’d been working on for years,
Mazurian continued, confirming my unspoken thoughts. ?emember, Jane, we live for 
hundreds of your lifetimes, and he spent decades making his plans. 
?irst, he made a travesty of the Harvest. It was the fastest way to turn the populace 
against the Fae. Then he came to us with this false tale of an assassination plot and convinced 
Telnau to cast the spell. He took my body, took my throne, and bribed his men to incite 
violence in the villages during this Harvest in the hopes that I’d be killed in the fighting.
Even I had to admit it was brilliant. No one would ever know the coup had occurred. 
The people would still see Mazurian on the throne, not a usurper. ?here is he now.
?n the dungeons.’s voice was hard. ?e awaits execution for treason, as do all 
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Unbidden, I caught an image from his mind -- Rynnaut in chains, locked in a dark cell 
as Telnau bent over him. I fought not to be sick as the sorcerer’s magic tore open Rynnaut’s 
mind and extracted all his secrets. It was a brutal act, no less horrible for its necessity. 
I shuddered. Mazurian held me tighter. ?elnau advised me to have him executed 
before the wedding,? wouldn’t agree. Commander Rynnaut 
will not die as long as there is any doubt in your mind that what I’ve told you is true. If you 
need to see him, Jane, if you need to touch his mind to believe this, I’ll take you to him. 
Telnau has agreed to open his own mind to you or do whatever it takes to convince you of 
his part in this. Tell me what you need in order to believe, and I will provide it.
And with those words, the last doubts faded. The ruthless Fae I’d touched last night 
would never have hesitated to execute a traitor. He certainly wouldn’t be swayed by 
something as insignificant as a human’s emotions. 
I raised my head and looked at Mazurian, forcing myself to really see him, trying to 
find the one I loved in his dark eyes. There was nothing familiar about the Fae, nothing at all 
that reminded me of Ryn, and yet ... something in his face, in the taut lines of his body as he 
waited for my reply, the hope in his eyes, reminded me of the Ryn I’d known. His mind was 
still open to mine, and I could touch his memories. I felt the wrenching shock of Telnau’s 
spell and the disorientation of awakening to a different body, seeing a different face in the 
mirror, hearing his words in a different voice. It was all there, laid bare for me. 
I cupped his face in my hands. ? don’t need to see him,? see you.
Mazurian’s smile lit up his entire face. ?elnau, you may go,
away from me. ?ee to it that we are not disturbed until morning.
?s you command, my lord.
The door opened, then closed again. Mazurian caressed my face and closed his eyes 
with pleasure. ?ou don’t know,?ow much I’ve longed to touch you with 
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I ran my hands through his hair. It was thick, sliding through my fingers like ribbons 
of silk. ?s that why you wouldn’t take me.
He nodded as his fingertips traced my lips, then feathered caresses across my jaw and 
down my throat. He opened his eyes and gave me a wicked grin. ?esides, my body is so 
much nicer than his. I would’ve hated for you to get second best.
I remembered what I’d seen of the commander. He’d seemed perfect to me, all golden 
skin and firm muscle. ?rove it,
He stood, pulling me to my feet in one smooth motion. In two long strides, he backed 
me across the room until my back pressed against one of the thick posts of the bed. ?ou dare 
to command the king.
His regal, affronted tone didn’t even make me pause. This was my love, and I didn’t 
fear him. ? dare,?trip for me, Your Majesty.
Mazurian laughed out loud. ?s my queen wishes.
He released me and stepped back. The ornate doublet he’d worn for the ceremony and 
banquet was already gone, and he drew his under-tunic over his head with one smooth 
movement. The priceless material was tossed carelessly aside. 
Frugal as I was, even I couldn’t protest the abuse of such a fine garment. The sight of 
my husband’s bare chest robbed me of the power of speech. 
King though he was, Mazurian had a warrior’s body -- lean, chiseled flesh, every 
muscle defined beneath lush golden skin. Two faded scars marred his perfection, one 
crossing his stomach, the other just under his left nipple. When he reached for the tie at his 
waist, the ripple of his biceps and chest made my breath catch. 
Sweet stars above. He was better than gorgeous. He was perfect. 
He kicked off his boots as he unknotted the tie. ?reathe, Jane.
 

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?an’t.
to touch him, to make sure he was real. Surely something this beautiful could only exist in 
the heavens. 
The instant my hand touched him, the playful mood vanished. Mazurian sucked in a 
deep breath as I traced the scar on his stomach. I let my palm slide over his ribs, then down 
to his waist. 
And then he moved, plunging both hands into my hair and pulling me forward to meet 
his ravenous kiss. 
His kiss was blessedly familiar -- deep, hot, demanding -- but this time, there was an 
intensity that was new. This time, he wasn’t teasing me. His passion branded me as his, and I 
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Sweet Veru, Jane. Even his voice in my head was shaken. Keep kissing me like that, 
and I swear I’ll lose my mind. 
I didn’t bother replying. The feel of his bare skin beneath my hands was intoxicating, 
addictive. I couldn’t stop touching him. He groaned and pushed the robe off my shoulders, 
forcing me to release him for a bare second to let it fall to the floor. His hands were hot 
through the thin silk of my shift as he cupped my breasts. Through it all, he never broke the 
kiss. 
I wanted to protest that he hadn’t finished stripping, but talking was overrated, and I 
was more than capable of doing things myself. His abdomen jumped as my fingertips slid 
lower. I found the loosened tie and slid my fingers beneath the waist of his pants. 
Mazurian tore his mouth from mine and sucked in a sharp breath. ?ods, sweeting, I’d 
planned to take this slowly, seduce you, not ravish you.
Already missing his kiss, I leaned forward and nibbled his earlobe. ?onsider me 
seduced,?’ve been trying to get you naked for days, you 
know. When I want slow, I’ll ask for it. Now, get on with the ravishing.
His laugh held a slightly strangled note. ?our command is most definitely my wish.
 

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And ravish me he did. He knotted his fists at the shoulders of my shift and tore it from 
collar to hem with one great tug as I pushed his pants off his hips. When he swept me up in 
his arms, the sudden press of his bare skin against mine sent a molten wave of heat melting 
deep in my pussy. He lowered me to the bed, his dark eyes blazing with passion, his cock 
against my thigh, and all I wanted was to feel him inside me at last. 
His weight settled atop me, a hot, incredibly sexy blanket of aroused male Fae. ?ou 
feel so good,
I wiggled beneath him and gasped as my nipples rubbed his chest. ?ou feel pretty 
good yourself.
He bent and sucked my nipple into his mouth. The movement was so fast that I had no 
time to prepare for it. His tongue was hot, wet, and relentless in wringing pleasure from me. 
I arched and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He subjected my other 
nipple to the same glorious torment, suckling, nibbling, flicking his tongue over it until I 
could hardly breathe. 
His rigid cock nudged my pussy. He felt so big, so hot, and this time I knew he 
wouldn’t stop. ?lease,
his tongue on my nipples and his hard body covering mine. ?h, please!
back a moan. 
He raised his head and suckled my bitten lower lip. No more of that, he told me 
sternly. I want to hear your moans, Jane. You owe me all the sounds you stifled every time I 
touched you. You’re going to come for me tonight, and I want to hear how good it feels. 
He pressed forward, just enough to press the blunt head of his cock inside me. I gasped 
at the unfamiliar sensation. He groaned and sank a little deeper, hot and thick, and this time 
my moan escaped despite my involuntary effort to hold it in. 
His rush of pleasure at the sound filled my mind. Just like that, he murmured in my 
mind. You feel beautiful, Jane, so warm and so and slick. Moan for me again, sweet. 
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He retreated a little, thrust a bit deeper. All the while he rained kisses over my face and 
throat, still pouring his desire and praise and love directly into my mind. I raised my hips 
instinctively when he thrust again, driving him deeper than before, and gasped as the 
pleasure was disrupted by a twinge of pain. 
Mazurian froze, allowing me time to adjust. I wriggled a bit and moaned at the 
delicious friction of him inside me. His muscles went rigid as I did it again. ?ou’re all right.
he asked through gritted teeth. 
Gods, it felt wonderful. I arched my back and rotated my hips just to feel that 
incredible rush of pleasure again. ?h, yes,? thought it was 
supposed to hurt more.
I wiggled again. 
?eru,
me, pushing pleasure into me again and again. I released my breasts and slid one hand down 
his back to feel his buttocks clench with every thrust, and he bent and suckled my nipple 
hard. 
That was all it took to send me plummeting over the edge. I came, and came again, 
filled to the brim with love and ecstasy and erotic triumph as wild cries filled my ears. 
Mazurian cried out and thrust hard and fast as he reached his own peak. 
Nothing in my life had ever been more perfect. 
Long minutes passed while we fought to catch our breath, his head on my breast, my 
legs still locked around his waist. I stroked Mazurian’s long hair, the dark strands draped 
across my body like a silken blanket. It was a long time before I could speak, but finally I 
forced myself to ask the question weighing on my mind. ?hat happens now.
He raised his head and kissed me softly. ?ow we rest, and then do it all again.
I smiled and shook my head at him, but my heart was still troubled. ?esides that. 
What will you do with the traitors. How can we be certain they’ve all been captured. How 
 

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will we force the nobles to give you their support to help the human villages. What if I’m a 
terrible queen and mess everything up for you. When --
He silenced me with another kiss, this one a little longer, a lot hotter. When he pulled 
away, his dark eyes were full of love and pride. No one had ever looked at me like that 
before. 
?lready thinking like a queen,?he traitors will be dealt with, Jane. 
We’ll do what we must to get the support we need. But the most important thing you need 
to know about being queen is this.
?ever speak to me of court politics when you’re naked in my bed. I can’t concentrate on a 
word you’re saying.
I laughed and playfully swatted his arm. He retaliated by kissing me breathless, and of 
the scant conversation that followed, none of it concerned politics at all. Later, much, much 
later, I lay exhausted and sated in Mazurian’s arms and listened to him sleep -- and in his 
own body, he didn’t snore. 
I closed my eyes and smiled. Now I was certain I’d live happily ever after. 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
Amelia Elias 
 
There's nothing better at the end of a long, rough day than flopping down on the couch 
(or the computer desk chair) and disappearing into a romance.  
If the romance is so hot it triggers the fire alarms, so much the better.  
Amelia was introduced to romance at the tender age of 12 during a visit to her 
grandmother, who always packed a paperback for her to read while she played bingo.  When 
bingo was over, Amie would stay up late and, armed with a notebook and pencil, try to fill in 
the scenes that happened behind the bedroom door.  And yes, she still has those first clumsy 
attempts at writing the good stuff.  
Hopefully she's learned a thing or two since then...   
Amelia Elias is the nom de plume of a Central Texas home health nurse and mother of 
ten -- six cats, two dogs, and two monkeys... er, sons.  She writes for Loose Id and Aphrodite 
Unlaced Publishing. You can visit Amelia on the Web at www.ameliaelias.com.