“I thought you wanted to sleep, my Queen,” Lorcan whispered.
“I changed my mind,” Niamh kissed Lorcan again, deeply, hungrily. “Besides, you owe me a
wedding night.”
“I stand reminded,” Lorcan bowed his head. Looking up, he grasped Niamh around the waist and turned to lay her beneath him, kissing her passionately.
***
Niamh had dutifully fulfilled her obligation to marry King Lorcan of the Elven Realms, only to
watch her new husband ride off to battle the very next day.
But he was lost in battle, and she was left to face her new role as Queen among haters, admirers, and potential suitors… and a traitor.
Despite the challenges she formed new alliances, treaties, and friends, and, once the King was found, they built an unshakable love while facing turmoil.
Once free to leave, what choice will she make? Will the love they formed be strong
enough to endure more than time?
Rising Storm in the Elven Realms is created by Heather Dilts-Baiano, an eGlobal Creative
Publishing signed author.

Rising Storm in the Elven Realms

The royal guard rode out of the heart of the Elven realms and thundered through the darkness, their own eternal selves creating a soft, white, ethereal light as they glided along. Niamh followed Lorcan closely, for although she could see well, the queen had no idea where they were headed. The King would often look back to make sure she was near. 


Through the woods of twisted trees and gently sloping glades, the King and Queen of the Elves rode with purpose. Fergal came to perch on Niamh’s shoulder, gripping tightly, and seemed to be the only one enjoying the ride. Niamh’s hair seemed to glow in the night, and when the moon’s light shone upon it, her hair resembled embers of an undying fire against her armor.


Chapter 31: Gathering of the Elven Army