A love story between the Warrior Crown Princess of the much hated Mahlinian Tribe, and the astute, but dashing Crown Prince of the Passinam Kingdom.

Forced to do her captor’s bidding, Princess Zahrona found herself roped into the battle schemes of the wily, and calculative Prince Huvere.

“If you leave, you will die.”

“You have poison in your blood,” he answered her with an air of finality.

“The Mahlinian Tribe will never bow to any oppressor, talk much more of an aging tyrant!” Princess Zahrona spat out angrily.

What do the Fates have in store, for her?

It’s In The Stars

Princess Zahrona waited a great while, to ensure that Prince Huvere had slept, before she made her move. 


Earlier on, with her keen eyes, she had noted the directions which the Passinam Crown Prince's Generals had gone, in order to assume their patrol positions. 


At her signal, she and her Sisters quietly roused themselves, then quickly slipped out of the tent, into the welcoming darkness. 


They took flight, their beautiful garments fluttering rapidly in the night breeze. 


No Sooner had they left, than the sleeping Prince snapped his eyes open, and quickly rose up. 


Prince Huvere stepped outside the tent, then raised a small glittering token high above his head, with his right hand, summoning his Generals. 


The three armor-clad men, immediately flew to their Master, from their vigilant positions, and listened to his orders. 


Flying from one tree to the other, in the dense darkness of the thick forest, Princess Zahrona and her Sisters could already taste home. 


Chapter Six_Cinnamon With Bursts Of Honey