Genre: Futuristic Romantic Sci-Fi Fantasy
Available in ebook
In the late 21st century on Earth, new technology allowed man to create machines merged with the body of their fallen comrades of war. These ‘manchines’ fought and won the war for the West. Discarded, the manchines learned of their worth and fought back for their own freedom, destroying half of the population of mankind.
Now, Saron Bravewind rules the main Earth city of Orland built from ruin after the ban of technology that once was man’s downfall. With his heart set on discovering life beyond the stars, he finally gets his chance when tragedy strikes as his daughter falls into an incurable illness. Saron mans a flight into space with a faith in finding a higher life to help his daughter. What he finds will change the fate of the future mankind.
Saria grabbed the gold, braided crown and attached veil that the elves designed and created for her. Jewels hovered above the tiara even as she moved it in space of air. She didn’t want to go back right away, but she knew her mother would send out a search party for her.
She left her room, closing the door behind her as she heard voices, one she was sure was her father down the hall accompanied by Mellinia. She dismissed it as boring adult talk, but her ears perked up as she caught on the conversation.
“Since my husband died I never felt as close to anyone like I do you. I loved him. More than I can explain in any tongue.”
Silence for a moment.
“That night you shared with her long ago…I felt it. Through both of you, I could feel the passion, the ecstasy. A primal urge like that of an explosion I’ve never experienced in my lifetime. It connected me to you, Saron. And to some extent, Jacina.”
Saria heard her father sigh.
“I know not what to say, Mellinia. My thoughts have always had you in them. I wish I knew why. I love my wife with everything I am and would never do anything to harm our union.”
“There is a reason for that. A reason I am somewhat ashamed to confess.”
Silence. Saria leaned in closer almost on her tiptoes as she kept her ears open and waited.
“I care very much for you, Saron. You remind me of Sidier. You are a kind and noble man with a good heart and I never felt connected with anyone as I do you since my husband’s demise. I did not want to break that connection because it felt…right.”
“Please, let me finish.” She took a breath before continuing. “I understand your union with Jacina.
To an extent I felt her love for you as well. Perhaps it’s best if I leave Orland.”
She heard his velvet boots across the shiny, marble floor. Hands against soft material. “It wouldn’t be right if you left abruptly. You should stay for the marriage of your son.”
“I would appreciate that.”
“Well,” she laughed. “I guess we have a wedding to attend to.”
Saria listened as their steps disappeared. She wasn’t sure what to think of all of this. Mellinia clearly had an attraction to her father and even though she knew both her parents loved each other, she wondered if her father felt anything toward the elf queen besides curiosity. Part of her wished they had never met, even if it meant her oncoming death. As far as she was concerned, the elves were just unwelcome strangers in her land.
Mellinia passed by the wall where Saria was leaning. She kept her ground amidst the Elf Queen and tried not to chuckle when Mellinia’s somewhat gleeful expression turned to slight embarrassment as she looked down at her.
“Do you love my father?”
Her back straightened at this question. “Saria, I don’t think it’s fair—”
“Answer the question.” Saria was surprised at her own sternness. A bit of her mother was coming out of her. She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms in front of her. Well, if her mother wasn’t going to fight, she might as well take the reigns.
“I’m not going to continue my connection with your father, Saria. Your mother is right to be angry with me. I should not have intruded upon their union.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond as she pushed herself off the wall. She bowed as a courtesy to the Elf Queen. Then turned to take her leave.
She stopped short and looked over her shoulder. The woman was beautiful and illuminated a glow. There was no mistake about her charm. But as she stood there with her sorrowful expression and her hands clasped in front of her robes, Saria couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her many losses of those close to her.
“I suppose I do love him.”
Saria nodded slowly. “Then I suppose it would be best to take leave.”
She turned on her heels and headed back to chamber where she knew her mother was waiting for her. She was finally ready to take the throne.