Claiming His Human Wife

 

Claiming His Human Wife

 

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Lyndon, Sue

Claiming His Human Wife

 

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Table of Contents:

 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

About Sue Lyndon

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Chapter 1

 

 

Rhiannon stood on the sunbathed hill amidst Zertrin’s wilderness with her arms stretched to the sky. Tiny white flowers budded through the sheath of solid green weeds and grass beneath her feet, where her dress and underthings pooled around her ankles. Today was a day for prayers of thanksgiving and Rhiannon would honor her family, being the only child in her father’s household.

The birds had begun returning from the underlands and the great beasts were out of hibernation. All was well in the Land of Zertrin, and Rhiannon’s spirits brightened at the promise of warmer weather. Winter had been unusually harsh.

“Thanks to Retta in Ettonelli. Thanks to Retta from the House of Wanswin in the Land of Zertrin,” Rhiannon called to the hills, for the hundredth time since she’d removed her dress. At the beginning of each new season, she stood atop this very hill and repeated the same thanks over and over again.

A cool breeze sent a shiver over her skin despite the rays of sun beaming down upon her. She thought of the northern regions and suppressed a shudder. She was glad her ancestors had migrated from the frigid north where the Cold Top loomed over the snowcapped mountain range she spied in the distance.

She stayed for an afternoon’s time, until the sun began to fragment from behind treetops of sister hills. When the prayer time ended, she fixed her dress in place, happy for the warmth of the thick layers of her skirts. Though the weather was growing warmer, it hadn’t grown warm enough yet to exchange her winter dress for a summer one. She dashed down the hill, her heart racing with anticipation.

Tonight there would be a great celebration in the village. The springtime celebrations were always the most joyous, and she couldn’t wait to join with her family and friends in the occasion. She especially looked forward to the music. She imagined swaying to the tune of the soft wooden flutes while the stars shone down from above and the wine flowed freely. Perhaps a man would ask her dance. She blushed at the thought.

Her mind still on the celebration, Rhiannon navigated through the trees and underbrush just as any skilled hunter, quickly and in silence. Deer flitted away. Woodland rodents scampered over twigs and mud. Birds zipped through the tall, thick trees. The solitude of the forest soothed her. She smiled, thinking tomorrow she might slip away after the noon meal for a walk amongst the trees.

The village appeared in a clearing ahead. Decorative banners hung from the stone walls and torches blazed around the perimeter of the wall, creating an enchanting vision against the setting sun. The sound of drumming reached her through the breeze, and with the next breeze she heard the flutes starting up. She’d arrived in time for the opening festivities in the village square. Stepping into the clearing, she lifted her skirts and took off, her hair flying unbound and wild behind her.

“Rhiannon,” a voice boomed from the bottom of the hill. “Rhiannon!”

She paused and looked toward the sound of horses and men riding hard in her direction. For a moment, she panicked. Perhaps they would be clothed in violet—the color of those from the Land of Holon. Feared enemies. But no, she reminded herself, someone had spoken her name. She squinted until she saw these men wore red, suddenly bright in the shadows of the hills and setting sun. Breathing a sigh of relief, she tried to smooth her hair straight as she waited for them to reach her.

Rhiannon gazed at the slowing riders, recognizing her father in lead. His face was a mask of worry and sorrow. Before he voiced his grounds for sadness, she already knew what had occurred during her absence. Tears burned in her eyes, but she swallowed hard and strove to keep her emotions hidden.

“Rhiannon.” The remaining six men halted a short distance away, clearly a show of privacy. “Rhiannon, your grandmother has died.”

“She will thrive in Ettonelli, the blessed Land of After,” she responded, hoping to alleviate her father’s grief. Though she spoke calmly and managed a smile, her heart panged with sadness and she fought to keep her lower lip from quivering. She had hoped and prayed her grandmother would survive her most recent illness and go on to live for many more years. The land of Zertrin had lost a great healer.

“No,” he said, “May she be damned to the Caves of Terr and never once invade the bodies of the living.” His voice was a snarl and he spat on the ground.

“Father! You cannot mean that!” Tears brimmed more heavily in her eyes and confusion set in. How could he violate the memory of his own mother with such cruel words? Her gaze fell to the riders who’d accompanied her father outside the village. Why hadn’t he ridden out to find her alone?

“Your grandmother has spoken truths on her deathbed that damn the future lines of women in the House of Wanswin.”

Rhiannon frowned and took a step back. There were but a few terrible deeds that would lead one to the Caves of Terr.

“What did grandmother confess?”

“She was touched by a Crigon during her days as a healer at a northern Zertrin outpost. She was touched by a Crigon and she lived amongst us, tainted, for all the decades after her twentieth birthday.” Her father’s horse snorted and stomped, as if it shared the outrage of its rider.

“A Crigon?” Rhiannon asked. Being touched by a Crigon was a touch of damnation. Those contaminated must live as outcasts in the hills and forests. Upon death, nothing could save those already damned by the Crigons from the Caves of Terr. Such was the curse leveled upon the Land of Zertrin after the great, bloody war against the Crigons their ancestors had suffered through hundreds of years ago.

Before her father could answer, a coach led by four horses barreled up the hill. It was the black locking coach with bars on the window, the one meant to transport prisoners or slaves. Rhiannon suddenly feared for her own future.
Your grandmother has spoken truths on her deathbed that damn the future lines of women in the House of Wanswin.

“What’s this?” she asked, looking intently at her father. Surely he wouldn’t send her away. Not his own daughter.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he said. “This is the only way to keep you safe. Others heard your grandmother’s confession. There are those who are calling for your immediate death.”

Strong hands pulled Rhiannon toward the prison coach, the village’s most intimidating guards lifting her into the air. She resisted like a wild beast, screaming and kicking with the vigor of an untamed rolabear. But it was all for not. 

“Father!” Rhiannon screamed from behind the tiny square of bars, the only window to the outside world. “Father!”

His head bobbed in the window, his horse shuffling with alarm. “You are to remain on the Cold Top for all of your days, and though I’m certain the chance will never present itself, know that you must never have a child. Our family’s cursed line of women ends with you on the Cold Top.” He disappeared from the window.

Rhiannon screamed out, reached her fingers outside the little bars and began weeping as the prison coach peeled off and away from the village walls. She thrashed about the coach, looking for a weakness to exploit. But it was solid. There was no way out. Come three days’ time, she would be forever stranded in one of the forgotten cabins on the Cold Top. All her hopes and dreams for the future crashed to the ground.

The next three days were a blur of strange landscapes accompanied by Rhiannon’s constant nursing of her father’s betrayal. Why didn’t he try to save her by taking her to another village? Perhaps they could have settled in a village further south and along the shores of the Heather Sea. Instead, the coach made haste toward the Cold Top, escorted by several armed riders. Forgotten bridges were crossed over and herds of beasts unknown were scattered about the rising plains. On the third day, Rhiannon awoke to the coach stopped along the edge of a great forest that was unlike anything she’d ever cast eyes upon. Trees with massively thick trunks loomed to the sky. She almost expected to see a long extinct giant walk out of the forest.

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