Authors: R.G. Green
Tristan lifted his face to the winter sky as he smiled at the memory of the night before. Ciran’s delicate white skin had been as red as his hair long before he had sated himself—cruelly and repeatedly—in his body.
And yet the whore remained oblivious even now to the visage of the chestnut-haired prince that had replaced him in Tristan’s mind as Tristan relished every scream he had made.
“Y
OUR
men will be leaving for Gravlorn before midday.”
The words from the king were stated coldly, and the captain of his guard who stood stoically before him only said, “Yes, Your Majesty,” as the order was given. The message that had arrived from the Defender city remained ignored where it lay crumpled on the floor.
The king’s final order held more chill than the bitterest winter air.
“If Adrien is too ill to return, so be it. But you will return my second son!”
R.G. G
REEN
grew up listening to the continuous tap of a typewriter as her dad threw out page after page of captivating stories, giving root to her love of books and her absolute fascination with writing. Now older, with marriage, overseas living, and a host of wonderful experiences under her belt, the self-proclaimed book fiend has finally settled down enough to give the writing bug its due. Currently living in a small mountain town where peaceful quiet is the norm, R.G. Green now spends her time away from her day job doing the things she loves the most: reading, writing, and spoiling the two barking, fuzzy critters who can make her laugh no matter what.
You can e-mail her at [email protected].
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