The Untamed King
Series: Tales of Earthenstone #1
Published by: Chysocolla Publishing
Release Date: TBA
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Book 1: Tales of Earthenstone
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Amaron VelKoina: The rugged and bold specimen accidentally killed a peer with one punch to the heart. He prospered in fighting arts, hunting, problem-solving, and the broad sword. Both feared and desired. As a young man in waiting, he had been kept chaste from women and prepared for becoming a King to a powerful Queen.
Queens of the Realm waited impatiently for him to be presented. Finally, after five years past due, he was formally presented to high society, pronouncing him as a young man ready for marriage. Close to his deaf mother, she let him procrastinate on marriage until enough was enough. Quickly enough, after formal courtship, his mother chose a perfect fit for her beloved eldest son, Queen Xerah IV of Earthenstone.
As Xerah’s first husband, he had given her sons and none of the daughters she needed as heirs. It was common for Queens to take multiple husbands, so when Xerah took three more, after their years of marriage, Amaron bit his tongue and held his head high.
Yet, there was something strange about one of the new men in the palace. He was hiding something under those delicate features and soft voice. What sort of man was not excited about becoming a King? Xerah must have chosen him for his kitchen mastery and nothing more; it was obvious he was of the more...delicate and gentle type of men, not good for much else, like the breeding of daughters. He failed miserably at trying not to stare at Amaron’s chiseled body. This was amusing. Could prove quite interesting considering Amaron was not a novice at initiating carnal attention from other men. Yet when Floran was not staring, he seemed dejected, paranoid and lost in thought.
Floran, had no choice: Run away or leave her mourning and vulnerable father. She couldn’t leave him. Ever. Instead, she dressed as a young man to evade creditors until she could earn her way out of her family’s’ debt. Life took a dangerous turn when she was meticulously chosen for her kitchen mastery skills as one of the three new husbands of Queen Xerah IV of Earthenstone.
Can Floran keep her identity a secret forever or tell it without being killed for deceiving the entire realm? Only when secrets are revealed and love distorts logic can Amaron fulfill his destiny.
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Tentative Release Date: 2021
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“You.” Leaning towards him, Xerah sat her hand on her hip. Her lips were painted and her skin was smooth and tanned. The gold laced throughout her long braided plaits shined against her chocolate hair. She looked over the small, rather delicately stature male in front of her. He wasn’t particularly attractive, but rather plain and edible like a piece of toast with no butter and jam. “Strange you don’t look my way. What of you and your family?”
“I...” Floran stammered, stiffening as she felt a horde of eyes weigh on her. “I know a bit of herbal medicine. I stay with my uncle,”
The Queen nodded, taking a step back. “Herbal medicine? Where did you learn this?”
“From my aunt.”
“Is this all?”
“Yes....well, I almost completed an apprenticeship in kitchen mastery.”
“Oh? What is your name then?”
Leaning back on her heel, she considered her carefully. She had been mistaken. She decided Floran was much more like a fresh piece of warm naked bread nipped from an oven. She watched Floran’s fingers twitch nervously and her nicely formed lips press together. This young man was delicate all over. Confident, but hesitant in speech. Such a lovely set of brown eyes.
Amaron would find this one pleasing. A smirk stole over her lips.
“Why should I take you for a husband?” She finally asked, her mind already made up.
“With respect my Queen, you shouldn’t. I am good for kitchen use and not much else. That, unfortunately I can promise you.”
“I happen to be in need of a kitchen master. Mine has been in want of retirement. I haven’t been able to spare her because of the trustworthy relationship few can occupy.” Nothing a little bit of butter and jam won’t fix, she thought.
Floran stared at the Queen in shock as she fought to keep her jaw from collapsing onto her toes.
Today was not her lucky day! The Queen said a few words to the woman with the club before continuing down the line. The elderly woman studied Floran a moment before speaking plainly.
“Floran, Eh? Who is your mother and where do you reside? You will be picked up tomorrow and taken to court in preparation for the wedding.”