Hanleigh loves books more than nearly anything in the world; whether its reading them or writing them, Hanleigh just can't get enough. She's read more books than she can count and owns more books than some libraries.

Trust was a liberty that as Kumari, Bae could not afford, especially after the murder of Bae’s mother, the late Kumari.

The Kumari bloodline had to continue regardless of the cost, even if it was the life of someone she loved.

There were only two things that a Kumari should trust; magic and her seven mates.

The race was on for Bae to find and claim her seven mates before she had to defend her realm from an unknown enemy.

With them, she still might not win, but alone she would definitely fail.

Kumari's Kitsune

Lei worked diligently preparing the Kumari for the meal. She dressed her in a grey dress that fell from her shoulders like the silvery ocean just outside the palace. Her hair was left down in ringing curls, a fiery crown of glory no metal ornamental headdress could compete with. Although Bae was exhausted you wouldn't know it from the look of her. They'd had a brilliant day but it had been physically tiring. She had caught the sun too, leaving a slightly pinkish glow to her skin.


She was not looking forward to the dinner with the royals. She was unsure if it was just the anticipation of meeting Armel's parents or the prospect of spending an evening with so many strangers, but Bae would have much rather turned in early.


Don't be nervous,' Bae heard Armel loud and clear even though he was somewhere else within the palace.


Chapter 38: A Cankurian's Honour