When Filip came to, he was being carried out of the woods by Mieshka and Alek. Laura cried alongside him. He tried to speak.
“No,” she said, and stroked his cheek. “Save your strength.”
So he did.
Filip groaned under a layer of furs in his bedchamber. A fire crackled in the hearth. He heard the clinking of dishes across the room and smelled fish stew. His body ached with uncontrollable shivers. He felt awful.
A pleasant autumn afternoon welcomed Filip when he met Laura on the grounds. The air smelled perfumed like late blooming wildflowers and a cooling breeze rustled the lush leaves of the aspen and birch in the surrounding woods. He crossed the length of the yard as he slipped on a pair of leather gloves.
Waiting for him at the start of the trail next to the horses was Laura with two of her ladies, coquettishly chatting up Mieshka. Now, he knew his sister
From Book 1 of the Magi Moons Series:
1: A Nobleman Cursed
The hunting fields of Duke Filip Durand were no longer his own and he didn’t know how to reclaim them. The problem began seemingly undetected at first, manifesting as disease affecting small game such as rabbits and grouse, eventually spreading to larger ones such as coyotes and lynx. His servants began finding dead animals on the manor grounds, their fur, meat and eyes yellow from infection. It was of particular
A humble cabin in the woods was Marta’s true home and her prince had just seen it. Her lies had been revealed due to one simple fact she could’ve attended to earlier: exhaustion. She had allowed her body to tire, ignored the yawns and fogginess in her head. It was, of course, no surprise that the magic in her system waned, leaving her muscles aching, mind unclear, and heart exposed to Elya’s justified wrath.
Anger drew lines across his forehead, tensing his jaw and clenching his once
Home wasn’t far away.
Marta stopped to drink from a stream under the cover of trees once again. The water quenched her nerves and soothed her scratchy throat. She stroked the egg, wondering just what Grand Prince Vladimir would do with such a rare gift. Would he have the servants place it under warmers until it hatched and then lock up the bird in a fancy cage? What of his esteem for her? She already had Elya’s love but a lady of nobility was tasked with providing expensive dowries