Sword of Stars: Book 2: Cursed Fates

By Raven McKnight

Fate sends Kestrel and Aria onto different paths. Their lives are thrown into turmoil and each must come to grips with the absolute truths of their situation.

Aria must embrace a legacy she never knew she had, as she is plunged into the world of the elite. Navigating the viper pit of social circles, and given an opportunity that people either envy or despise.

Kes, with war on the horizon, walks the path of a soldier, but thankfully, he is not alone as Gavyn follows him. Determined to help fashion him into a formidable warrior.

When war finally erupts between Tartha and Sakkara, both are dragged into the harsh reality of the conflict. During the chaos, both have their roles to play, while learning to rely on new friends and alliances.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Mar 10, 2024
• ISBN: 9781665757324

Raven McKnight

Raven McKnight is an author who is enchanted by the mystical mythologies of the Celts, Greeks, and many other varied ancient cultures. The ancient stories, legends, fables, and folklore helped to inspire the world of Altaris. Raven loves getting lost in the pages of a good history book and delving into the past. The author invites you to turn the page and enter the world of Altaris in the second installment in the Sword of Stars series.

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SWORD

OF

STARS

BOOK 2: CURSED FATES

RAVEN MCKNIGHT

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Copyright © 2024 Raven McKnight.

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2024904148

Archway Publishing rev. date: 03/07/2024

DEDICATION

I dedicate this book to all those who helped me complete it, and

made it possible. To my friends who supported me through the

writing process, and to my husband who patiently let me read to him

almost every morning as the story was being written down.

This book is also dedicated to a very special person who had profound impact

on my life. Lois Carpenter, you were a spirited, fiery, soul who believed in

me when I had no faith in myself. You were a blessing upon this world.

I miss our little tea chats. Your encouragement and belief in me kept me

going when I wanted to just give up and let life pull me down. You were a

blessing on this world, and inspiration to the people that knew you. Rest

in Peace, Know you are still loved and dearly missed. RIP 1927-2009.

Also, a massive thank you to my readers. I am grateful for your support.

The story of Aria and Kestrel continues. Thank you, to all those who helped

make this dream possible. Sometimes we reach for the stars, and sometimes

we are lucky enough to have one fall and land right in our lives. Never lose

hope. Even in the darkest of times, things can change for the better!

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

CHAPTER 1

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The tavern was alive with mirth. Several ships had just come in and tunes were being belted out with vigor as sailors spent their pay on a good meal and a fine drink. The air of the crowded floor smelled of a mixture of rum, ale, and the night’s special. A hearty seafood chowder with rich brown bread.

Aria, tray in hand, hurried between tables. The white blouse hanging off one shoulder. The corset she wore cinched tight in front, the ties and buckles, ensuring things were kept in place while she hustled about. Her hair was tied back away from her face, the stick barrette she had gotten from Gavyn ensuring her ponytail was folded over on itself securely. She had cut her hair three weeks after their arrival. The tresses falling a little shorter than mid back. Her skirt was double layered. The top portion had a fishnet pattern with ruching at her left hip with a length of ruffle cascading down to her knee. The layer underneath had a knee-high slit to give the illusion the slit went all the way up to the hip. She wore low-heeled shoes with her uniform. Her star pendant complimented the sea glass and pearl necklace that was part of the getup. She never wore her ring to work because she didn’t want to risk losing it.

She navigated the tables, dodging a chair pushed out by a rowdy customer. The voice of the bouncer echoed out, telling him to watch it and settle down. The signing and the cheers over friendly games of dice being played, while laughter at a bawdy joke rang out. She made sure the ale didn’t splash over the edges of the full mugs as she stopped at a table and placed them down. A few coppers tossed on her tray with words of thanks. She smiled at them in return.

She was working the evening shift, not her usual time slot, but one of the regular girls had come down with an illness. The owner asked her to fill in the tonight. She was agreed, as the extra coin she earned would go right into the honeymoon fund. She normally worked two to three days a week as extra help for the Corsair’s Marque. A better establishment that served many a captain and the higher rank of sailor. The sign showed a wax seal with crossed rapiers done in silver line work a ribbon of black and blue hanging from the monogrammed initialed seal.

She had learned in the short time she had been here that Corsair was another term for the Pirates, a more proper term according to some well-to-do folks. The name of the Inn was a play on words. Historically, Corsair Lord Dominic Marlin, hailing from the Cutlass Isles had the first letter of marque among the intrepid ship captains of the Cutlass Islands. His letter of Marque gave him permission to prey on Tarthan ships or other Sea Raiders. He received his letter of Marque from Lyra Phoenix herself, on behalf of the nation of Sakkara, and it’s King at the time. At first, the Leonis King of the time was livid with Lyra until half the spoils came his way. He then authorized her family to offer such letters to corsairs and privateers in the name of Sakkara, so long as the royal family enjoyed a portion of the profits.

Aria was enjoying the tips from the recently returned ships. Some patrons gave coppers, but most gave at least a silver in tip with their drink orders. There were plenty of patrons to go around tonight and serving girls scurried about taking orders and delivering drinks and food. Her birthday was in a week. She and Kes would be doing more in their bed together than just sleeping. They had been somewhat intimate given they were married, but they had not consummated their union yet officially. Gavyn, after having a long sit-down explaining things to Kes, had told them both the real dangers of childbirth. Cautioning about waiting until she was fifteen, when it would be safer for her, and her body could handle it. She had started getting her woman’s courses shortly after arriving in the city. She would soon be his wife in all ways.

Aria, her name was jovially called out. She looked to see who was trying to get her attention. One of their regulars, the captain of a ferry vessel that went between Mathrli and the Isles, was trying to flag her over. She frequently saw him on her morning shift. You couldn’t miss his bright green coat with gold trim and brass buttons that he was braggadocios in his pride. His orders in the morning were rather predictable. He normally ordered the same thing every sunrise he was ashore: eggs, a rasher of bacon, a biscuit drizzled in honey with coffee, but his dinner orders were never the same. The only time he switched it up was if he knew there was going to be rough seas. She raced over to his table.

Captain Mason Andrews, she smiled at him prettily, Pleasure seeing you again. I hope you are enjoying yourself at Corsair’s tonight.

Enjoying it much better now that I have gotten to see your shining face doll, my favorite gem eyed darling in this rough and tumble place.

Rough and tumble, I think you have spent too much time out in the sun, she teased him. This place is anything but rough and tumble. If you want such a place, Cannon Pete’s down by the docks would be right up your alley, or Anna’s Spy Glass.

Nah, doll, if he wants rough and tumble, he’ll just go home to his wife and tell her he lost all his earning at cards again.

There was a riotous good-humored laugh shared among the five ship captains as she shook her head at them.

I want my rough tumble with Lorelei down at Jewel Box. High Class and always up for a good polishing of my mainmast, another man added. He captained a merchant vessel.

Roger! Mason shouted, We are in the company of a proper Miss. Watch your language. How are you doing tonight, doll? Don’t you usually work the dawn call?

Eva has come down with a chill, caught it off her boys, so I am filling in for her tonight. You won’t see me tomorrow. How are you fairing tonight, Captain?

Oh, hope Eva gets well soon, and I fare good this night, doll. A good day’s work, good pay, and fair seas this last time out.

She smiled at his response. What can I get you men tonight?

My mates and I here were just talking about you.

Oh, were you now? And what were you rascals talking about? You know I have a whole tavern to serve.

Don’t worry, we will make it worth your time, doll, he smiled at her. We were taking bets as to guessing your birthday.

Were you now? she asked him. You cheater, she waved a finger at him, You know when my birthday is, Captain Mason, it is a week away.

Ha, told you boys. He pointed at them.

We weren’t betting you old sod, another teased him.

We, he continued, were talking about the Lord’s daughter.

Oh please, not this again, she sighed in exasperation.

Lord Cyrus Valorius Phoenix doesn’t have a daughter, she shook her head at him.

Yes, he does. She has been missing for some fifteen years now, Mason argued.

The Order says she was taken by Wildlings, Roger told her. Every year some girl tries to say she is his missing child, and every year is another year this city mourns her absence.

She was taken. The whole city remembers it, one of the other captains said, drawing Aria’s attention, a wicked woman stole her as a baby right out of his home. She was some maid who worked for him.

Aria kept her face passive, but she listened, trying to humor them.

Our beloved Lord searched high and low, tore the city apart trying to find her when it was discovered she was missing. First his wife dies, then his child is stolen from him. Vicious rumor mongers that The Order is claimed he poisoned her. We know our Lord wouldn’t do something so wicked. She died of birthing fever, but a healthy girl was born. A few days after her birth, that devious wench took her away, Mason told her as if he was spinning a ghost story. She was born around this time of year, not sure of the exact day, but well, official announcements don’t mean much if the child is gone, huh?

Yes, well what does any of this have to do with me, dear Captain? she asked, a bit annoyed.

Captain Mason thinks you look like him, the Lord Cyrus, Roger interjected.

Captain, she sighed, there a quite a few known Wyld Touched walking around this city. I hardly think a few similar traits make me a lost child of some Lord, let alone the missing daughter of the Lord of Embercrest. I don’t know my father, and there are many Lords in this nation. My mother was a liar. For all I know, she made up a story to make it sound like she was less of a trollop and my father is really some gutter rat, and she just gave me a noble’s name.

See, I told you. She ain’t his. Soon you are going to say that Sea Steer you saw last week is a siren, Roger replied.

What?! No, I have seen a real siren before! Captain Mason countered. Them gray paddle-finned, frilly gilled, heifers are no damsels of the sea, he said in irritation.

Anyway, is there anything I can get you, fine gentleman? I am working, she stated.

Five house special rums, Aria, one of the Captains who had been quiet told her.

Sure thing, be right back, Captains, she said with a sweet smile.

She shook her head at them, left, and quickly ducked behind the bar. Putting in their order with Jerry, the bartender, who was also the owner of the business. He doled out a pint to a customer while she handed in her food order. She rolled her eyes as he asked about what Mason was going off about this time.

Oh, nothing really, he is just talking about the Lord’s missing daughter again. Obliviously, he heard some rumor again.

Well, his missing child isn’t a rumor, but probably heard some chit prattling on about going up there and claiming to be his girl. Happens every year some greedy thing goes up there and tries, he told her, Usually some stupid girl who comes from out of town to this city from some other provinces hearing about men with coin, and got stuck at some low class joint.

The Lord has two sons, and a dead child, that is what I heard, Aria replied in annoyance.

Jerry scoffed. We all know she was stolen by a devious hag; a traitorous housemaid took her. That wretch stole her and ran away with his kid. Too many rumors at this point to know truth from lie, he leaned in close to her. You want to know my thoughts on it?

Sure Jerry, what are your thoughts?

It was those men of The Order stealing into houses like Sea Devil ambushing a bank ship, and kidnapping baby girls from their houses left and right. They were dressed in gray, I heard. I say it was The Order.

Five rums ready, doll, he announced.

Aria gave a nod and loaded them up on her tray, trying to ignore the rumors, and drive any thoughts from her head, and just focus on the task at hand.

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Aria grabbed her shawl off the peg in the small closet hidden behind the bar before the door to the kitchen. Her shift over, the tavern quiet, a few night owls playing games of checkers, or chess at tables in dim corners as the lights were turned down to reflect the time of night. Unless it was holiday or weekend, the charming establishment always cleared out and quieted down around ten, and for her shift a half hour past ten saw them out the door. She headed out the front door, her night’s earnings in tips stashed in a pocket that was fashioned into the front of the skirt. Throwing her shawl around her shoulders as she left the Tavern. She waved good night to Jerry as she left for the night. She should be tired after such a hectic shift, but she wasn’t. She walked home, street lights filled with oil, illuminating the dark, and the light from various glowing stones casting colored light upon the street. Corsair’s Marque had one of the sea jewels, semi-precious stones that had washed up on the seashore after a hurricane that glowed once the sunset. He proudly sported a large sea green Topaz gem upon the spire of his roof.

She traversed the streets. Corsair’s Marque was farther from her house than the Sash and Buckler, located toward the north end of the Quarter by the Artisan’s Quarter. However, after their first night checking it out, and Gavyn, seeing how it could be a rowdy place regardless of the time, told her he preferred she find a better place. After asking around and showing up for a job interview, displaying she could cook and was a good server, she had been hired at Corsair’s Marque. Her volunteering to do the dawn call won her the job. No one wanted to do the morning shift, not enough tips or traffic. She didn’t need to make a living, just wanted extra coin to spend on little treats here and there.

She walked a short distance before turning on to Marina Way. One of the main roads of this quarter. She saw two militia men patrolling together. As she passed by, one gave her a nod of acknowledgment. She gave a friendly wave back. She had stopped using her gift and shut herself off from everyone. It was hard, but she was finally starting to be able to just drown people out. It was just a constant background noise, like the noise of the waves when you were just far enough away from the shore to have it sound like rhythmic repetitive noise. She took a turn on to Bowson Avenue, planning to follow it all the way down to Fairland Lane, where her house was located. The streets were quiet.

A strange prickling at the back of her neck. She felt like she was being watched. It was not the first time she had this strange sensation, and the eerie sense of being followed had bothered her. She gripped her bodice dagger in hand, removing it from where it had been tucked into her corset. Aria stopped turning around to scan the street behind her, but it was vacant. She felt nervous. Things were so quiet, and yet she couldn’t shake the feeling. She turned around, rushing home as fast as she could, trying to get the questions and thoughts out her head that plagued her daily now.

Ever since she had first seen the portrait of the local Lord in the public marketplace she had been filled with inner turmoil. She had stared at the largest painting they had for at least fifteen moments, captivated by his black hair with blue highlights, his dark blue violet eyes, and his pale complexion that hinted at his family’s rumored Wildling heritage. She had been unnerved by the striking resemblance of the man in the portrait, even more questions and nagging doubts had stirred to life inside of her when she first heard the rumors about his missing daughter. This feeling of being followed, a paranoia, seemed to have developed in the last few months. The rumors she had heard were making her wonder about everything. He was still looking for his daughter. She had told herself her own father didn’t want her, but other doubts would arise with how many lies her mother had spun. Lana’s accusations would then ring in her mind.

She was grateful to see to the street lamp lighting up the sign for Fairland Lane. She turned down the street then arrived at her vibrant blue door. Placing the key in the lock, breathing a sigh of relief and turning it quietly, Aria opened her door, went inside, closing it softly behind her, locking it. Stopping as she saw a lantern had been left on dimly to provide light for her when she came home. Smiling at Kes’ thoughtfulness. She settled herself on a low bench at the table. She still needed to count her haul in tips. She retrieved the coins out of the pocket, doing a sweep with her hand to make sure it was all there. The night always seemed to energize her, she realized as she separated the coins into copper and silver, finding the pleasant surprise of gold that was from the ferry captain for taking up her time. His questioning of her during the busy supper hours was irritating, but he was generous. She smiled as she felt two strong lean arms wrap around her from behind, and a soft kiss placed on her cheek.

Welcome home, mis etheria. Looks like someone had a profitable night.

She smiled warmly at the feel of his warm breath against her ear. I think I did. Captain Mason paid well for my time.

What drunken ideas did he have this time? Kes’ voice questioned in a hushed manner.

Nothing important, she set the gold aside, just speculations as to my father.

She felt his weight settle on the bench beside her with a slight creaking of the wood. He thinks anyone with a set of pretty eyes and touch of the Wylds in their blood could be, you know.

Just ignore it, Kes smiled at her.

I thought you were asleep, her voice soft and low so as to not wake Gavyn up.

I can’t sleep without you, you know that, he replied in the same quiet whisper back.

Nightmares again?

He frowned. Tonight they were worse than usual, he replied. Dream stone helps, but some nights are just… bad, he finished his statement somberly.

I am sorry, she answered.

He shrugged, Don’t be, you make everything better. How was your night? I mean, besides the obvious, he gestured with his hand to the coin she was still sorting.

Good, did alright in tips, and will have an extra day in pay this week. How was yours? she asked him casually.

Same old. Got to help make weapons this time. Simon the senior smith enlisted my help for his side project making that fancy blade for the Captain friend of his who is getting his ship. Enjoyed that work, he watched as she began to count out the coppers, grabbing two at a time and mentally and verbally keeping count. Otherwise, it is kind of boring, but it’s worth it, he smiled at her, observing her. We have a good home and a stable life now.

And in a week, we will be having fun in our bed together, making our family, she smiled wickedly as she teased him.

We already have fun in our bed, he remarked, an impish grin on his face now.

She turned to him, placing her finger on his lips. No lame corny lines. Don’t ruin the moment, she whispered to him.

He half frowned at her as he removed her finger. They aren’t that bad.

Oh yes they are, she snickered. Stick to the sweet-talking, mis sol, trust me, I like the compliments more.

Oh, and what compliments do I give you? his voice was playful with the question. She leaned her chin on her left hand, her elbow braced on the table regarding him with a smirk, his flame blue eyes reflecting in the soft lamp light.

Compliments. Like that time, you told me all other women are like wilted weeds. Their meager beauty faded and gone when compared to the radiance that is my own. You know when I got jealous because that girl was flirting with you a while back at the beach.

Kes rolled his eyes. She was just flirting with me. I didn’t flirt back. I don’t care about anyone else, but you, you know that.

Yes, well, you are mine, and she can go hunting elsewhere. You are my husband, and I am not sharing.

He smiled at her as she gave him that response. She went back to counting. Kes, watching her, realized she had just counted the same pile of silver twice. Aria, is everything alright? You are acting like something is bothering you.

I’m just a bit antsy tonight. I am not tired and don’t want to sleep.

Is that all it is?

It’s probably nothing, just my paranoia again. I felt like I was being watched, followed, but there was no there, and no sign of anyone actually trailing me either, she answered in frustration.

He took her hand in his own, giving it a squeeze. It will be alright; you have been jumpy now for the last month and a half. We are safe here. No one cares about your name or your past. You know that, we have met a good number of bastards who aren’t treated any differently here from the regular folk.

I know, I know, she sighed.

I don’t have work tomorrow. Since I worked Solsday this week to help get that decorative anchor finished for that noble out of Luxandria wanted for his stupid luxury boat. Why don’t we go out and get a drink or two together and listen to some music?

I don’t really feel like a tavern or bar after just running around in one during Dinner Call, but going out for a while sounds really nice, especially with you.

Let me guess, a trip to the beach again? he snickered softly, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand to calm her down.

No, that is too far a walk for tonight. I think a bit of rain might be gracing us early in the morning hours. How about we go to the Sea Jewel park at the edge of Pearl Quarter?

The one Hagan told you about when we first arrived? he inquired.

Yes, that one. I have heard customers say that is beautiful at night, words like romantic and dreamy.

Sure, we can go there together. Hopefully that romance puts you in a better mood, and I can get some of that dreamy feeling in the bedroom tonight, he said with a grin.

We’ll see, she replied. Just because I feel energized doesn’t mean I wasn’t run ragged.

Kes got up from the bench. Let me grab my knife and get changed into decent clothes. I’ll write a note for Gavyn just in case.

I should get changed too, she noted.

And deny me easy access? he teased.

What easy access? You will be spending the next half hour fighting with my corset if I stay in my work attire.

I wasn’t talking about the corset, that annoying obstacle that vexes me. I was talking about the skirt.

I am not doing anything romantic in my work uniform, thank you, she snapped at him playfully.

Alright, alright.

He got up from the table, and she looked down at the coin. She could use the gold for herself to buy something really nice for her birthday that he could enjoy too. The rest, she cast into a clear glass half-gallon jar, with Honeymoon Fund scrawled across it in a thick grease pencil. It was at least half full now. They put money into every week, and any spare change they had. Kes came back out dressed in pants that were form fitting, and a coarse linen shirt that had the ties left undone in the front. He wasn’t allowed to have loose clothing at his job. He wore his belt, boots, and knife strapped to his hip. His coin purse attached to him just in case.

She went in the room and changed quickly into a simple day dress with her favorite shawl tied about her shoulders. Sliding her wedding ring on her hand. She threw on a pair of sandals. She met him back out in the kitchen, her bodice knife now hidden once more on her person tucked in a sash at her waist. He opened the front door for her, he closed it, and locked up, then hooked his arm in hers. They strolled off toward the park.

They traversed quiet streets together, occasionally passing others who were on their way back home from the bar, pub, or work, one business owner who stayed late locking up their establishments and heading out for the night. Eventually, they heard the soft trickle of water coming upon Sea Jewel Park, arm in arm. The tall gate left open. It was more of a decoration than it was anything made to keep someone out. The stone wall that surrounded the small park had been made of material quarried locally in the province. Decorative tiles adorned the top in hues of blues and greens. They walked past the pretty wrought metal done in a spiral wave design. The ground paved in a pretty white stone beneath their feet, a stark contrast to the vibrant green foliage and colorful floors. The park was just a small circular path, with small alcoves that had benches for sitting. Neatly manicured trees dotted the path. The scent of citrus leaves mingling with fragrant blooming flowers heady. Many of the stronger perfumed flowers wouldn’t bloom until spring and summer. The tropical climate meant many varieties would still blossom. Statues of Sirens were nestled among the garden areas. One statue they stopped to look upon, displaying a woman who looked like a Siren Queen, holding up a necklace to admire. The man who was a dashing looking gentleman corsair, having gifted it to her, whispering something in her ear.

The necklace fashioned from metal with glass. Numerous gemstones in a myriad of colors glowed through the park, providing soft lighting.

Is this anything like your bridge? Aria wondered in amazement.

Yes, actually, he smiled. It is, in a way, not the exact same. There weren’t any gardens, but this is nice to see. Shame we hadn’t come here sooner.

They made their way to the main attraction, a natural spring that had been coaxed into flowing at a steady pace and turned into a fountain. Living in the city, they had learned there were many of these springs around the city. The first Founder of the Phoenix family, Lord Lyra Phoenix, had brought in those whose elemental affinity dwelled in the realm of the manipulation of water, as well as Stoneweavers to create beautiful natural wells. The four fountains were scattered throughout the city. Beautiful sculptural creations. Those with a Source Blessed affinity to water, lived well in the city of Mathrli. Their skills treasured. She knew from speaking to others they also hosted a Stoneweaver who had two apprentices. The Order despised the elemental blessed wielders. In Mathrli, they were welcomed and encouraged to stay, much to The Order’s dismay. The Order liked to brand them as pact makers even though Stoneweavers and those of element affinity were just born that way.

The fountain was breathtaking to behold. A beautiful, large frosted quartz sphere that acted as an illuminated moon, installed in the structure. The main wall of the masterpiece was right up against the cliff face. It was tall, at least ten feet high, the surrounding natural rock sculpted to frame the alcove. The back splash of the fountain contained a mosaic with blue tiles of iridescent glass with silver mirrored bits to create a picture of the sky with clouds. The spout of the fountain, a waterfall and the rock where the sky ended, and the waterfall began sculpted to look like a high scenic cliff. The first basin that fell into had reflective bottom catching the light from the glowing sphere and reflecting it. Giving the water the appearance of a blue lagoon. The water spilled out from the sculpted grotto and into a bottom main pool. On the edge, a bench you could sit, to view the fountain. Moon Lilies blooming adding to the quiet serenity of the pool. Small figurines of water nymph maids combing their hair and playing instruments were sculpted into the lower level. The bottom of the main pool was tiled with glass pieces in all hues of blue and silver to mimic the crystal clear appearance of fresh water. A few coins were shimmering on the bottom.

Wow, this is amazing, Kes said after a time of admiring the fountain.

It’s so stunning, Aria whispered, marveling.

Is it romantic? Kes asked her softly.

Romantic, no, that statue with the Siren being gifted the necklace, or the one portraying the male siren reaching to kiss the maiden leaning over on the sea rock while waves wash around them. Those were romantic. This is just amazing and peaceful, her voice soft while leaning her head on his shoulder. Kes smiled down at her.

How about we finish touring the park, and then head home? Maybe I can shower a Wildling of my own with affection? he asked, his voice holding a note of hope to its husky tone.

Make breakfast tomorrow, let me sleep in, and this Wildling will let the Hunter steal a kiss or two, perhaps have some romance.

He smiled at her with a mischievous grin. His eyes seemed to glow with their own fire under the illumination of the fountain. I love you, mis etheria. Have a told you that today? he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding him to her, staring into her gem-colored eyes that glowed and shimmered under the soft white light.

At least twice today, but I never get tired of hearing it, she smiled back at him. I love you too, mis sol.

Cairn na mis kree, he whispered against her lips, giving her a soft kiss.

She repeated the line. They took their time, ambling around the park, before finally making their way back out onto the street toward home.

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CHAPTER 2

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Today was Tempest 28th, 3507. It was the day before her birthday, Gavyn and Kes were working today, so they could have off tomorrow. She took a morning shift today, knowing they weren’t going to be around. Gavyn planned on picking up some Triton lime candies for her special day on their way back to the house since they passed right by the confection shop that sold them. There was one more day. She ran home from her shift excited. Her hand clutching the pocket of her skirt to make sure she didn’t lose any coin. Tomorrow she would be fifteen.

She unlocked the door to her house. The vibrant cobalt blue quickly becoming a favorite. She was filled with nervousness and excitement for the next day. Kes was going to cook breakfast, then she and Gavyn would go out and pick out something nice for the bedroom. She wanted to make sure got something proper. He wanted to make sure she wasn’t walking around alone. After the store, they would take a trip to the beach, have dinner, dessert, and then Gavyn would go out for a few hours while she and Kes made each other husband and wife in a more intimate way.

She rushed into the house, sliding to a halt, remembering the door. She locked it; a habit ingrained from growing up as she did. Most people in the city didn’t bother to lock their doors. She raced to their bedroom, threw open the door, closed it for privacy. Even though neither of the men were home, it was just second nature now. She jumped out her uniform and ran over to the standing armoire that was hers. All of Kes’ clothes were in the dresser by the window. The shutters were closed right now. She pulled out a light sea foam colored dress, done in the soft and more relaxed style of Mathrli. Grabbing one of her decorative belts, a black one with a floral design embossed into the leather. She pulled her tips out of the skirt, placing them on the dresser. Her knife thrown on top of the coin. She yanked on her sandals hastily, jumping on one foot as she did so. Aria opened up the small jewelry box Kes had gotten her. She didn’t wear her wedding ring. She grabbed her ring, pushed it on her left ring finger, then took off her work necklace, placing it inside. Her star pendant that she never took off except to sleep, glinting against her skin.

She took a look in the vanity mirror on the dresser. Seeing her hair braided, she decided she wanted it different. Taking out the leather tie, she fluffed out her locks. Letting them fall around her shoulders and down her back. She brushed it out quickly. She wanted to make them both a really nice dinner. They had enough supplies still to do so, and their shopping day for food had been decided by all to be changed to Firesday this coming week.

She walked out of the bedroom keeping the leather tie on her wrist. She knew when she cooked she had to tie it back. She was adjusting her dress when something caught her eye. She looked up, seeing two men standing by the front door; tall, thick muscled, boorish men, smiling at her wickedly. She heard the door to the bedroom closed behind her, whirling around and seeing another dangerous man blocking that way now. She saw another taking up the entrance to the stairs, keeping her from running. As she stepped out into the kitchen, she saw two blocking Gavyn’s hall. One of the men who stood in her kitchen she recognized.

It’s been a while, hasn’t it, niece, or should I call you by your proper title, Miss Aria.

Who are you? she was frozen in place. And what are you doing here? fear laced her voice even though she was trying to hide it and be brave.

I am your beloved Uncle Tiberius, of course, he answered.

You aren’t my uncle. I don’t believe that lie, she stated.

No, he walked over to her, stopping directly in front of her looking down at her. I am not. You are right. I work for your father. I am his shadow man when he needs one. I do his dirty work for him on occasion, so he doesn’t have to get his hands tainted, he smiled at her maliciously, But I really am a judge, that wasn’t a lie. I work in real estate, deal with property, where sharks like myself thrive.

Now, as to what I want. I am here to claim you on his behalf, he stated coldly. You, Aria, are the daughter of Lord Cyrus Valorius Phoenix, Lord of the province of Embercrest. His arrangement with your mother is up. I am claiming you as his property now and returning you to your rightful parent.

The tramp you knew as your mother kidnapped you as an infant, and stole you from your father. You were to be claimed this year during the annual visit. Your mother was going to be dealt with properly, he smiled with an evil glint in his eye. Pity Tartha got to her first. Their poor timing was most inconvenient for me.

She balled her fists at her sides. No, she declared angrily, I am not going. I don’t want to go. I am married. I have a husband. I am happy. I am staying right here with Kes and Gavyn. You can go away now. Get out of my house! she commanded boldly pointing toward her front door.

He grabbed her by the arm, hauling her roughly into the kitchen. He pulled out Gavyn’s chair that sat at the head of the table, throwing her down onto the seat with a yelp. Tiberius seized her right arm and yanked it up painfully behind her in the chair to keep her anchored and the other gripped her shoulder, holding her in place, as Tiberius leaned over to whisper in her ear.

I am not your mother, girl. I will not tolerate your defiance or put up with it the way she did. I have ways of making this as painful as possible for you that are painless for me.

Aria tried to fight, but the agony that shot through her arm stopped her. Now, you are Miss Aria Phoenix and you will come with me like a good little girl or, he left the statement open. She saw one man take out a knife, admiring the slender thin blade. He began testing the sharpness with his fingertip.

Or what? she asked nervously.

I tie you up to the chair, gag you. These less than scrupulous men can make all the jibes and jest they want. Many would be lewd about your state of affairs, and we wait. We wait for Gavyn and your dearly devoted husband, Kestrel, to come home, his voice a silky hiss. And do you know what will happen when they come home? he asked her. She didn’t answer, her voice silent and her eyes filled with a wrathful fire. They, he motioned to the men surrounding him, will kill them. You will get to watch as the light of life leaves their eyes. I will make sure you get to see every detail of death in their faces, then I will take you to your father, he smiled at her, Or you could come with me willingly, well willing enough, and spare their lives. They are insignificant to your father, which means if they were to die the investigation would be just as inconsequential. It is your choice, Aria.

I am sick of having to check on the welfare of a bratty little child, instead of just seizing what is rightfully my Master’s property back for him. Checking on you is not a task I desire, he sneered, with your return I can finally do more deserving errands for you father, and less of the grunt work.

Isn’t being a shadow, grunt work anyway? she retorted venomously, If you serve a master, you are nothing but a grunt.

Tiberius glared at her, and trying ignore her remark. What do you choose? I need an answer dear, dear, Aria. Are you a good girl or a bad girl? Don’t you want to protect them?

Aria swallowed hard past a lump in her throat. Her gaze focused on Tiberius, I want to protect them, but I have no guarantee anything I agree to will be upheld by you. You are a shadow man. Deceit is second nature to you.

Tiberius frowned at her. I give you my word no harm shall come to them if you are a good girl. I swear.

You are a venomous eel. You pretend like you won’t strike, but you do anyway. Your word means nothing, but if you were to give me these words, then I would be a very good girl.

He smirked. What words are those?

Tas geis hevxis nȋ dalban, Mis utha hyrinn.

What?

She repeated the words slowly for him.

Tas geis hexvis nȋ dalban, he said, sounding out the words to make sure they matched, then parroted her words again confused. Speak plain girl. That is a bunch of gibberish.

It’s Scathlan, and you just said you accept my geis curse, and that your oath is truth, Aria smiled back at him vindictively. Tiberius drew back, scowling at her. I will go with you, but should you leave anyone behind or try to harm them, then I will complete the curse. You will suffer worse than I will ever suffer, she informed him. And you just accepted it of your own freewill, since you just repeated it before you even asked. I can remove it, but only when I have proof that you are going to actually going to do as you say if I am a good girl.

His face twisted in an angry scowl. Tiberius released her and Aria turned to watch him, his hand snaked out and smacked her hard across the face. You may not have grown up around your father, but you most certainly are his daughter.

We’ll see about that, she said icily.

He pulled two pieces of paper from his pocket. You will write this out, he slammed the letter on the table, Copy it word for word in your hand and you will leave your ring behind.

I don’t have any quills or ink in the house. How do I do that? she asked, knowing she lied, but they were peasants, so he would believe her.

He pulled out a small portable glass inkwell with blue ink and a silver-tipped quill. Now you do, he smiled at her maliciously. Write, he commanded.

He pushed her chair toward the table. She dipped the quill in the blue ink and tried to carefully take off the excess, but her hand shook. She saw drops splatter on the wooden surface. She wanted to cry, but didn’t. As she read each line, while copying it word for word, she knew this was meant to do more than hurt. It was meant to devastate the reader; addressed to both Kes and Gavyn. The last line she knew would cut him deeply. All she could do was pray he didn’t believe it. Maybe he would see it, realize the truth, and come for her. Go to the court or the house or something and demand her back. She could only hope and pray.

She finished the letter, signing her name. He ripped the paper from her as she was finishing her name butchering the signature. He inspected it. Satisfied, he put it down on the table.

Remove your ring, and place it on the letter, he instructed, his voice brisk. She slowly pulled the ring off her finger, setting it down on the table on a corner of the missive. Tiberius closed the inkwell, snatched it up, the chair was yanked backwards, taking her with it. She gave a startled cry. Tiberius grappled her harshly by the arm, yanking her to her feet. He gave a signal with his hand and one of the men unlocked the door, opened it.

Aria dug her heels in, causing Tiberius to falter. He stared at her angrily. We go out last or I complete the curse. I will make sure you are marked and every Wildling in this city sees you are marked.

And how would you curse me, huh? My livelihood, charms, good looks, luck? he snarled.

No, I would mark you as an Oath Breaker to the Wildlings, a betrayer of word and kin. Their full attention would be on you and so would their full ire.

His expression became murderous. Tiberius knew well such a mark on him would be damning, especially in this city given its history, and the Wildling presence. This was not something he could disregard. It was not something those of Wylds would overlook, either. It didn’t matter to them what word he broke, or that he was tricked into saying it. All they would care about was he had been marked an Oath breaker. All of you, get out now, go first, he ordered the thugs.

But, hey now you said, one started to argue.

Shut it, he turned toward the offender. I pay you, therefore I command you. You want your pay, do as I say.

The one grimaced at him, the other shrugged. Hey, pay is pay, any day I don’t have clean blood out of my clothes is a good day, one commented as he strolled out. Tiberius dragged her out last, slamming the door. The frame rattling from the force of the gesture. He glanced at her, seeing she still wore her star pendant.

Take that thing off now, he directed, pointing at her pendant. Your old life is dead. Aria wordlessly obeyed. Seeing as it was still mid-morning. She saw John, their neighbor, coming out of his door for his routine market trip. Lunesday and Twainsday were his days off from work. He worked as customs manager down at the docks. She unclasped the necklace and Tiberius snatched it from her, throwing it into the gutter.

Hey boss, one of the men piped up, motioning to the neighbor who stared at them having gone pale, quaking in his boots

Tiberius, cast him a dark look. Go back into your house. If anyone asks, you saw nothing. Correct? John nodded and then raced back inside, slamming and locking the door.

Aria could see Tiberius was starting to leave bruises. He directed all the men to get back on top of the carriage and stay up there. He told the driver to take the carriage road to the estate and opened the door to the vehicle, tossing her inside. The vehicle nondescript, a plain black, no marking, possibly one of the numerous public carriages available.

She sat in the carriage across from Tiberius. She had no idea where she was really going as the vehicle jostled her about. The windows were all covered, and it was dark inside. Tiberius not even bothering to light the small lantern. She could smell the scent of tobac as he started up a pipe, having a small pinch of vanilla-scented blend that permeated the air inside. She knew she wasn’t getting away from Tiberius. She thought that perhaps Gavyn could have taken them all on, but the small confines of the house meant someone she cared about would get hurt. Tiberius, being a judge, could have spun a tale that worked in his favor. She had her own plan anyway. She hoped it wouldn’t blow up in her face.

She had no idea how long it had been before the carriage came to a lurching stop, sending her unexpectedly forward, then slamming her back into the hard cushioned bench seat. There was a loud rapping on the door. Tiberius snuffed the remainder of his pipe, which was mostly finished, and then stood, unlocking and opening the carriage door. He walked down the small metal steps, then reached in and pulled her out harshly because she hesitated. Aria gazed upon the house in shock. They were not right up at the entrance, but had stopped, halted by the presences of guards. She saw trees in garden plots lining a road to the house. The smell of citrus flowers of some type just starting to go into bloom. Each trees garden plot immaculately kept. The one closest to her she could see had decorative yet practical plants, small herbal bushes with flowers that could be used for medicine and cooking.

The entrance to the house took her breath away. A towering white stone half-circle portico with decorative columns that had shells on their crowns lead up into a half balcony. The house was huge compared to anything she had ever seen. Greenery and flowers of all different varieties cultured to perfection. It was a two-story building with one massive basilica dome that had a huge shining jewel crowning it. She knew that one was one of the stones that lit up at night. She could see four smaller domes. Two, she thought, must be bedrooms, but she wasn’t able to tell from here. On the Portico toward the top with a beautiful pearl and shell with carved plaster waves, in Scathlan, Sea Lord’s Realm, Cerul Lorban Rȋoch. A mural sculpture set into the top of the triangular pediment depicting a Siren Queen and her King, surrounded by mermaids, and Sirens it was a grand sight to behold.

Tiberius’s temper with her, cut short taking in the estate. He clutched her by the arm, ensuring she couldn’t run off and forced her to follow him. They walked up the stairs that lead up to the porch and under the shelter provided by the balcony roof. The door fashioned of dark black ebon wood. A large brass knocker, a sleek sailing ship with an anchor hanging down. Tiberius grabbed it. clanging it against the metal several times before he stopped, the sound seeming to echo inside and out.

Finally, the door slid noiselessly open, and a man with dark hair, and gray eyes, his ears slightly pointed showing through carefully tied back air, and then suddenly the effect was gone. Aria stared at him hard, her face a mask of confusion as she regarded the man. He was lean, lanky, with an eerie grace about him. The silence to his movement seemed unnatural. He stared at her with a quizzical expression.

Who is this Tiberius? he asked.

Miss Aria Phoenix, Lord Cyrus’s long-lost daughter. I have his girl.

The man frowned heavily at him.

Now, he turned to Aria, ignoring the man who answered the door. Remove it.

Remove what? she questioned in snarky tone.

Your geis curse, he snapped, We agreed. We are here at the house.

We agree to nothing, and you accepted willingly. Next time, don’t just repeat strange words like an idiot.

You are removing it! he hissed.

No, because I have no assurance that you will not send them back or even keep your word. I don’t trust you. I didn’t trust you when you came for visits. I certainly don’t trust you now. You are a wicked person. Anyone who spends any amount a time with you can come to that conclusion. I didn’t think you were my uncle, certainly some paramour of hers. You were both scummy enough to find pleasure in each other’s company.

Tiberius, forgetting Corvan’s presence, got right in her face. You will say the words now that shall remove any geis.

Fine, she smiled at him, her eyes flashing in anger. Fiath Wyld Tirtha terca ta sa sontha, Nȋ hexvis sa ta sin ta dalban brecka, There I said words.

You little-, he was cut off as suddenly the strange man easily detached him from her, and pushed him firmly backward. Tiberius, she is the Lord’s daughter. Mind yourself.

He stepped away from her. What did she say? You know that strange language.

She said words, something about a curse and an oath. Fret not, he directed at him curtly. Miss Aria, I am Corvan Skyrath, steward of your father, and butler at times as well. Welcome to the Cerul Lorban Rȋoch.

She gave him no response and just stared at him miserably. Tiberius turned to stalk off toward the carriage. Your presence is necessary as well, Tiberius, especially if you want your pay.

I have to pay these good, fine, upstanding men first. They are expecting compensation, he barked back.

It will be handled by the Lord. After all, they helped secure something very precious to him. They should be rewarded. Corvan briskly went toward the carriage, and Aria watched as he produced six coins out of his pocket. Gentleman, he stated loudly, drawing their attention. Your pay will be delayed a while, but for your service to the Estate of the Lord you should be rewarded. Please take these coins. They are vouchers for the finest house of lustful endeavors in the city. Drinks and the superior class of the most beautiful women will be entertaining you until we can get your pay together. There are currently more pressing matters that must be handled first. Each man took a coin, they were smiling and shouldering jabbing each other in mirth. Good driver, please take these men to The Jewel Box. Fine gentlemen, when you arrive, ask to speak to the proprietor of the establishment. The lovely and ravishing Dame Divina will see you receive the best hospitality ensuring that all your desires are met once you turn over those vouchers.

Best, easy job ever, one thug stated loudly. They unloaded off the top and crammed themselves inside the interior. The windows opened to let in the light."

Corvan paid the driver of the carriage, who thanked him heartily. The vehicle took off at a steady pace, as Corvan came strolling casually back over to them. This issue of pay is now handled, Corvan’s silken voice purred.

Handled, he frowned, How generous. Do you know how inconvenient it is to find good help?

Thugs, Sea Raiders or Sea Devils as they are called, often are a copper a dozen. I am sure the next time you need such ruffians, you will be able to visit whatever cesspit you procured this set of sewer rats from to dig up a few more.

Now this way, please, both of you. He motioned toward the interior of the house. Aria hesitated.

Dear girl, might I suggest you come inside? Your nagging questions will not be answered standing on the front steps of the estate.

And what if I am not his child?

You will be let go, paid for your time, and brought back to your house, Corvan offered.

Paid like those stupid saps were? she asked cautiously.

No, with actual money. You will be compensated for your ordeal, but you will never have your answers if you do not take that first step.

Fine, she stated glumly, not like I could really go back now, anyway. Since someone ensured that, didn’t they? she hissed at Tiberius.

Aria went to walk past Corvan, Hold up, Miss, he spoke quickly. What happened to your arm? he gestured to the bruise that marred her skin. He noticed the red welt on her face too fading, but still there. And your face?

He did, she motioned to Tiberius, In his haste to be done with this trifling and vexing errand, he was not so gentle with the goods.

Corvan frowned at her and cast a glare at Tiberius. Please allow me to show you to the lounging area. It has a beautiful view overlooking a portion of the gardens and the sea. I need to inform his Lordship of your arrival.

Really? Tiberius made it sound like he was expecting me already, she stated.

Yes, he is, but you are very early.

Aria cast his doubtful mien, but didn’t argue. Corvan escorted them through the house. Aria cast her gaze overhead as they went into the foyer. The massive dome structure that was rather plain on the outside became captivating inside. The skylights letting pure sunlight pour inside were made of blue rippled glass, making it look as if the ocean waves were cast across the cream-hued polished tiled floor. It looked like granite was used instead of marble, giving the room an appearance of glistening sand. Four towering columns supported the dome, each one crowned with a decoration of a grand ship sailing through blue waves. As a ring upon a black stone there were words spaced strangely across it, but it looked intentional and part of the unique design. She read the words that were in Scathlan, The Sea be our Mistress to her will we bend, the Sea be our Home, the moon and stars treasures that guide us all. The Sea be our Goddess and the waves be her kin, never slaves shall we be again. Aria stopped to stare up at the structure, taking it in.

Corvan halted his step to let her look skyward, a beautiful sky scene with spirits of air darting about the clouds that went up to a circular window that looked like a sun shining down from the sky. The arch supports were done in a contrasting blue with silver and gold stars in a swirling design. It looked so familiar to her somehow. She gave a sigh, settling her attention on Corvan.

"Magnificent, isn’t it? The grand dome was put in by Lord Lyra, the first Phoenix, and her husband, Corsair Lord