“Then know that you were requested, begged for and demanded, little one. Tyvor was the bait to create your attachment to this world. Resicor has guarded her children for eons, but now that they are threatened, she is willing to part with a few in order to save the many. She offered you to me so that I could make one of her children into one of mine. Your bloodlines are rare and very powerful. All the worlds who negotiated for Resicorians will treasure them and help them to live long and happy lives. We will sacrifice our own citizens to make that happen.”
She blinked at the golden eyes that denoted Salass was speaking to her. “You sacrificed Tyvor to me?”
“You needed a mate, and Raygar’s family lines are compatible. When he brought you here, we could see the connection crackling between you, and you had barely even spoken. Others were lined up, but Tyvor was the one that suited you best, and so we offered him to you. We are delighted that you have accepted.”
Tyvor’s words were dry. “As am I. To think all those years I wished for a damsel in distress…I was the one who would be the prince tied to the stake.”
Raygar snorted. “Unlikely, Tyvor. Your mind crackled the moment you laid eyes on her and your body wasn’t far behind. You tied yourself to that stake. You were just lucky to be in the running for her hand.”
Skiria crossed her arms over her breasts and stuck her tongue out for a moment. “Or for the rest of me.”
He laughed and handed the mint to Raygar as he passed him. With a swift move, he captured Skiria and bent her backward. “I plan on rescuing you from your own doubt as often as possible, princess.”
She winked and whispered an inch from his lips, “The tying up is an option as well but consult me on the day, my prince.”
* * * *
Lora kept an eye on the sensors in the summerhouse. It was almost time to kick things off, but they had to wait until light and darkness were in their proper places. Once everything was set, Lora would be able to tell Skiria what was going on, but until then, she was on her honeymoon.
The mind of Skiria Loradu Linz was just going to have to wait in the ship as she had for the last few centuries. It was time to see what was playing on Resicor. Everything had started with a certain song, and when she heard it, she would know it was time.
Plus, the song had a catchy tune, so it was win-win while she waited.
Almost there. Almost there. You can probably see where this is going, but if you can’t…hold your breath, because I don’t know everything either.
We have met the twins; we have seen that thirty worlds have been contacted with Resicorians traded for the
favour
offered to Resicor. Lora is actually the mind—or copy of—Skiria, and Raygar is good in the kitchen. The Raiders are locking Resicor down and the government is killing talents to keep the planet in check.
I have to confess that I wonder what happens next.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.