The Huntsman Redeemed: Tales Ever After

By Amberlyn Holland

A Huntsman seeking atonement. A magical royal companion determined to protect her kingdom. A shared quest that leads to an unexpected closeness.

And conflicting loyalties leading them in opposite directions.
 

Once an enchanted thrall of the evil Grey Enchantress, dragon shifter Jelverck is determined to atone for the sins of his past. Using his skills as a Master Huntsman, he puts all of his time, energy, and focus to protect the kingdom of Ardell. And the royal family who believed he was worthy of a second chance.

 

Everly secret magic left her isolated and lonely until she became the companion to Glicien's Crown Princess when they were both little more than children. From that moment, she'd dedicated her entire life to Bea's safety and well-being, taking on the tasks of spy, bodyguard, and advisor while hiding behind the mask of a giddy, scatter-brained lady-in-waiting.

 

When a renegade drake becomes a threat to both kingdoms, Jelverck and Everly join forces to track down the elusive enemy. On a fast-paced quest filled with intrigue and danger, the pair find an unexpected kinship and a growing connection that tangles their lives and hearts together.

 

Until new threats pull their loyalties in different directions, reminding them that duty to their kingdoms has always come first.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amberlyn Holland
• Release date: Nov 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223468523

Amberlyn Holland

Amberlyn writes epic fantasy romance and re-imagined fairy tales featuring dragon-shifters, fierce princesses, magic, and happily-ever-afters. She grew up reading her older sister’s SFF collection and her mother’s category romances so it’s only natural her storytelling leans toward magic, romance and adventure. Amberlyn currently lives in Northern New York where her writing schedule, and life, revolve around the whims of her dog. When not catering to a demanding terrier or getting lost in books, she enjoys crafting, watching football and hockey, and hanging out with her husband. If you want to keep up to date on new releases and special events, as well as receive exclusive content like a free digital copy of Kiss the Dragon, sign up for her newsletter at http://www.amberlynholland.com/newsletter/   

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Chapter One

Returning to the capital of Ardell always filled Jelverck with a bittersweet ache.

It was the site of some of his most horrific transgressions.

And it was the place where he'd finally been granted freedom from the blood magic that held him thrall to the Grey Enchantress, Velia. The place where he had been offered a second chance.

The place where he had taken his first steps on the road to redemption.

A road that still stretched unendingly out in front of him.

It was that quest for redemption that brought him back to the outskirts of Calmoore as the late afternoon sun slanted across the sky.

Spreading the grey-brown wings of his full dragon form, Jelverck glided to a soft landing on the festival field just outside the city walls.

The trek through the streets of the city gave him time to center himself before he had to face the harsh memories contained within the palace walls.

As he stood in the grand foyer waiting for his escort, Jelverck ignored the multitude of reminders of his past by focusing on the news he brought with him.

Despite their complicated and contentious history, Baird, the Prince Consort of Ardell, had offered Jelverck a job. One that gave him a chance to right past wrongs and prove his newfound loyalty to the royal family.

Unfortunately, the information Jelverck had obtained on his latest mission was less helpful and more worrisome. He still hadn't figured out the best way to break the news when the butler finally arrived to greet him.

Welcome, Lord Maddix.

An uncomfortable shudder jolted down Jelverck's spine and guilty discomfort settled in his stomach at being addressed by the title that had been lost to him for so long.

His hand slipped into his pocket and his thumb smoothed nervously over the carved sigil he kept hidden there, still unable to bring himself to wear it openly.

Once, he'd been Jaecyn, Viscount of Maddix. A man of honor and duty who'd earned the rank of Jelverck, a master huntsman, at sixteen.

He'd been little more than a child when his father had gambled away the family fortune and estate to the devious Duke of Torren. Jelverck barely remembered the home that had belonged to his family for generations. He barely remembered his father, who'd been too busy chasing one scheme after another to remember the child he'd left behind.

Instead, Jaecyn had grown up in the home of his stepmother’s uncle, where he'd learned the skills of a master huntsman alongside his stepbrother.

Still more boy than man when his father passed, Jaecyn had vowed to reclaim what his family had been cheated out of.

But his thirst for vengeance and the desperate need to restore his family's standing had started him on a dark path. By the time he'd realized Velia's true purpose, it had been too late. He'd already unwittingly committed treason and been tricked by the Enchantress into a blood magic ritual that turned him into her thrall.

When Velia had made it unflinchingly clear that her magic left him no choice but to serve her every whim, Jaecyn of Maddix had disappeared. And Jelverck, the cruel henchman of the merciless Grey Enchantress, had taken his place.

For years, his heart had remained frozen with hopelessness.

Until a desperate princess had freed him from the blood magic binding him and he'd joined the fight against his former tormentor.

Eventually, the ragtag band of fugitive royals, treasure-hunting wolf-shifters, and a rare white dragon had saved Ardell from Velia. For his part in stopping the Enchantress, Queen Riona had restored Jelverck's title. And, with it, the stolen lands and fortune that had begun the quest for vengeance that had led to his downfall.

It had been months since the ceremony that returned his standing and rank among the nobility of Ardell, yet Jelverck still wasn't acclimated to the polite address.

Maybe because he still didn't feel he deserved it.

Nor did he feel he deserved to be welcomed into the heart of the kingdom he'd nearly helped destroy.

But Jelverck was here because he was trying to atone for those mistakes. So he buried his uneasiness with a stern reminder that the sooner he gave his report, the sooner he could escape the suffocating swell of regrets.

With renewed determination, Jelverck forced himself to nod politely at the butler and tried to dredge up the rusty social skills that had been drummed into as a boy.

Would Prince Baird or Princess Evie be available to take… Jelverck stumbled over his words at the last minute, remembering that the Prince Consort and the wife of the heir apparent were not officially tasked with spy work or taking reports from unofficial agents of the kingdom.

Jelverck coughed to cover his hesitation. Are either available to receive guests?

The nondescript butler smiled benignly at Jelverck's slip. As it happens, both are already receiving visitors this afternoon. I'm sure one more would be welcome.

A web of uneasy tension pulled taut around Jelverck as he was led through the halls. Especially when they passed the open doors of the throne room.

Despite his best intentions, Jelverck couldn't stop himself from glancing inside.

The elegance of sunlit marble and mahogany and the happy chatter of courtiers was overlaid with harsh, horrific memories that refused to be ignored.

Jelverck still remembered the feel of the knife in his hand as he held Princess Kynara hostage for Velia. He remembered the terrifying waves of magic that washed through the halls, leaving trails of blue glass in its wake. He remembered standing at attention, listening to the orders that condemned her own foster son to death.

Velia may have stolen Jack and pretended to be his mother.

But it had been Jelverck who'd raised him.

Who'd helped him take his first steps. Who'd bandaged his skinned knee. Who'd taught him to hunt and fish and live off the land.

It had been Jelverck who'd been sent to hunt him down when he'd escaped Velia's grasp the first time.

Forcing his eyes to focus on the floor in front of him, Jelverck reminded himself that he'd been able to circumvent the Enchantress more than once to protect Jack.

Reminded himself that Velia was gone, and Jack was safe and happy and had finally found his real family.

A soft sigh of relief slipped from Jelverck's lips when the butler ushered him into a receiving room further down the hall. One that held no particularly painful memories.

Jelverck!

Evie's bright shout gave him a bare moment to brace himself before the blond princess engulfed him in an all-encompassing hug. After years of isolation, Jelverck was still getting used to open affection. But the warmth and the joy of it was addictive, and he awkwardly embraced her in return.

Good timing, Evie added when she released him. It seems like everyone has something to discuss today.

I can see that, Jelverck agreed, taking note of the group gathered in the room.

Beckett, the tall, thick-muscled wolf-shifter who'd recently received the title of Marquis in the kingdom of Obelarr. And coincidentally gotten engaged to the king's only daughter shortly after.

Prince Asher, Baird's youngest son who'd married Evie's sister Beatrice, the Heir to the Glicien throne.

Then there was Lady Everly, a minor noblewoman who'd acted as Bea's companion since they were both little more than children.

At first glance, it looked like nothing more than an eclectic gathering of idle, indolent aristocrats whose only interest came from their proximity to the true power in their kingdoms.

However, initial impressions could be deceiving. Because, like Baird and Evie, they each took an active, if clandestine, hand in protecting their kingdoms. Moving in unseen circles, they dealt in confidential information and surreptitious rumors.

As soon as Evie stepped aside, Beckett moved in, offering his hand and pulling Jelverck into a crushing, one-armed hug. Almost like old times, huh?

Jelverck laughed and cast an exaggerated glance around the large, luxuriously appointed sitting room. Almost. Just a little more spacious than Evie's cramped cottage.

Or a tent in the sod fields of Glicien, Ash added from where he leaned against a side table. I'd hug you too, but you look like you could use a drink more. Whiskey or wine?

As raw as his nerves felt, Jelverck declined the offer with a shake of his head. Neither, for now. Maybe after we all get the bad news out of the way.

Optimistic as always, I see.

Everly's wry humor drew Jelverck's attention like a magnet.

Settled on the settee near Ash, her copper curls glowed in the brilliant shafts of sunlight, and her sharp green eyes took in everything with shrewd awareness. Thankfully, there was none of the vapid, giggling naivete she often wore like a mask.

Personally, Jelverck thought she used the pose as a weapon, keenly manipulating people into her web.

Real or fake, there was something about the way Everly seemed to see straight through him that always left Jelverck feeling wrong-footed and on edge. Partially because she seemed more intrigued than put off by what she saw and he had no idea why he liked the idea of that so much.

Uncomfortable or not, Jelverck was trying hard to remember what it meant to be a gentleman. So he inclined his head and greeted her with a polite acknowledgment. Lady Everly.

That left only one more person in the room to address.

Baird. Prince Consort of the Ardell. Husband of Queen Riona.

The woman Jelverck himself had very, very, briefly been betrothed to, once upon a time.

He was also a dragon shifter from the Sea Clan.

A clan that still considered Jelverck a wanted criminal for violating their Hoard and stealing a magic relic.

Yet Baird had offered Jelverck a job and a chance to begin making amends for the darkness in his past.

Jelverck could never quite be sure where he stood with the Prince Consort.

I'm glad to see you made it back safely. Baird's politely distant smile didn't make it any easier to figure out. Especially when he immediately turned his focus on the room at large. Why don't we all get comfortable and share the information we've managed to gather.

Once they'd settled into seats, Baird leaned forward in his armchair to address everyone.

"Since we're on my home turf, I'll start. Jelverck has been tracking some unsettling rumors that have sprung up in Ardell and beyond. An unidentified drake