“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

Niamh stared at the Elflord beside her.


Lord Beluar didn’t even blink. He looked at her seriously and calmly as she stared back at him in surprise. The young queen could not believe what Lord Dafiel Beluar had just asked her to do.


“What?” Niamh whispered hoarsely. “What did you say?”


“Leave with me tonight. Be my queen. Leave King Lorcan to destroy himself.”


She turned to look at Lord Beluar fully. He stood still and confident in the evening air.


“I am giving you another chance at happiness my Queen,” Beluar stepped closer. “I have fought your King, and won. I saw how he spoke to you today, at the feast and at the palace. I have heard how he treated you when you first married. No King does that… no good Elven King.”


Chapter 42: The Offer