If prophecies are destined to come to pass, how is it that even a queen can interfere with one? And what does it mean for the future of the kingdom?
      The silent battle between land and sea intensifies when Nadia is sent to reside with the Royal Family of Noelle, and Queen Ariana decides she has a much better idea. With the help of her retired White Knight, Sir Rallian, Nadia is enslaved and Ariana initiates her plan to make Noelle an empire again. However, the mutually beneficial relationship between the queen and former knight is under pressure when Sir Rallian discovers Nadia's value and Queen Ariana begins to question if the she made the right decision letting Nadia live. Will this powerful friendship withstand the test of greed?
      Meanwhile, the Royal Advisor, Polaris, looks a fool as what he announced to be a prophecy no longer appears as such. Furthermore, correcting the intended course of events is more complicated with the queen involved, not to mention Nadia is seafolk AND cursed. Poor Rein Bow also finds herself overwhelmed and powerless in helping Nadia, and she hopes that joining forces with Polaris and his resources against this cruel villain will be enough to deliver the princess-turned-slave. Will Polaris manage to save his reputation without committing treason? Will Nadia have the better life she was promised outside the ocean?
      The story of the descendants of King Jorge and Emperor Gerardo continues in this tension-packed Book Three of "The Rose Tree Chronicles." New unique characters are introduced and clash in this fight for a prophecy to be fulfilled. Powerful alliances are strained and personal feelings are mingled in politics. Read "Silver Skeletons" and immerse yourself in a world of war and prophecy.

Silver Skeletons: Book 3 The Rose Tree Chronicles

"Slave Owners cannot be sold into slavery unless the owner is homeless. When a homeless owner of a Slave is sold into slavery, the owner's Slave belongs to the new owner." 


The ride to the manor alone was relieving. Just getting out of the palace to spend a sustained amount of time someplace where there wouldn't be extensive talk about a pointless war was enough to allow Polaris to relax. Now, he could discuss matters of real importance with someone who could most likely do something about them. It was finally a step that felt like it had been taken in the right direction. 


At long last, Polaris's coach arrived at the large black mansion trimmed in gunmetal. Streams flowed over and around it like they did over the Saídan Palace, but the trees surrounding the structure shed luxurious crimson and bright red leaves. The coach pulled up to the entrance to drop Polaris off at the door, where he used the large dragon knocker and a butler answered. 


Chapter Eighteen: The Marchioness of Aramycius