"The Reluctant Queen" - Bonus content copyright 2024

This scene falls between chapters 24 and 25. 

     Luka slapped the cloth down and scrubbed the table, taking out his frustration on the mess. He wanted his anger gone before he went home. It had been three days since his mother forced her way into Bronwyn's celebration dinner for him and Lara after the ceremony. She had complained the whole time that all they talked about was Luka's supposed bravery and why Lara should continue training to be a physician.

     She'd brought it all up again this morning, exacerbating the headache he'd woken up with. Lara had given him herbs to take with his coffee, and as soon as he felt better, he left to run errands before work.

     At least it was quiet as Luka cleaned, mainly because Shiloh was in the kitchen. It was that time of day when the tavern was mostly empty: after the dinner rush but at least an hour before the nightly regulars would begin to show up. As soon as he finished his chores, Luka could leave, though he toyed with the idea of staying later and drinking.

     Five minutes later the door opened, and Luka looked over to see a messenger from the palace.

     “Can I help you?” he asked.

     The woman nodded. “Is Miss Yew in? I have a note for her.”

     “I think she's upstairs,” Luka replied. “I can take it up to her and leave it under her door if she's not.”

     “I'd appreciate it,” the messenger told him. “It's from her brother and it's time sensitive.”

     Luka took the note and tipped the woman before jogging up the stairs. He wasn't sure if Una was there or not; she could have left from the roof. If Lieutenant Yew had sent the note via messenger, it had to be something important.

     The door swung open a minute after his knock, and Una glared at him. “This better be good. I'm in the middle of writing a very important scene.”

     Luka couldn't ignore the fact that Una was fanning her flushed face and had barely closed her robe over the shift she wore. Obviously, she had no plans to leave her room.

     “Your brother sent a note by official messenger.” Luka held it out. “I won't bother you anymore, good luck on the writing. The tip's on me.”

     “I appreciate it,” Una told him. She eyed him for a second. “Luka?”

     “Yeah?”

     She leaned against the door frame and the robe slid down her shoulder. “Have you had a proper hero's welcome since you got back? My door's open if you'd like one. You deserve it, after all.”

     Luka cleared his throat. Tried to stay focused on her face. “Um... thanks but I'll pass. Besides, I have to get back to work before Shiloh yells at me for leaving the front unattended.”

     She pursed her full lips and rolled her eyes. “Men! I didn't mean right this second.”

     Luka couldn't remember the last time he had been asked so blatantly. But what he did not need was to have his name and personal business plastered in her next book.

     “I'm good, really. Besides, I'm more of a commitment guy. No offense.”

     “None taken.” She opened the envelope. “No harm, no foul?”

     Luka smiled and tamped down the flush still crawling up his skin. “We're good, Una.”

“I'm here if you change your mind.”

     It wasn't that Luka didn't find her, or her offer, appealing; it was the reasons behind it that made him hesitate. She would never have offered on any normal day. She was only asking because he was now important, the talk of the entire kingdom. The last thing Luka wanted to do was abuse his unwelcome position.

     “Damn it, Luka wait!”

     He turned. “What?”

     “It's Daniel,” she told him. “He's showing up in about a half hour to have dinner with me. He's bringing a couple of friends, and he wants you to join us.”

     “Wait what? Why me?”

     “I don't know,” Una said. “He didn't go into details, didn't even say who was coming along. Just to ask you to stay after your shift.”

     “Luka!” Shiloh's voice boomed. “Where are you?”

     Luka cringed. “I gotta go, but I'll stay for dinner. At least I don't have other plans.”

     He hurried down the stairs, thoughts whirling through his mind. Why did Daniel want to have dinner with him, and who was he bringing? Never mind that, how did Daniel even know his work schedule?

     “I'm sorry,” he said as he moved to grab his abandoned cloth. “I had to take something up to Una. Besides, I'm off in like ten minutes.”

     “I don't want to hear excuses,” Shiloh grumped. “Just warn me next time.”

     “Yes sir.” Luka put his head down and got back to work.

     Once he was done, Luka signed out and ducked into the washroom. He didn't have any clean clothes to change into, so he washed up as best he could. He splashed water on his face and gripped the sink.

     I'm here if you change your mind.

     Had it really been that long that he was actually considering... Luka shook his head. He wouldn't think about that. Besides, he had another woman on his mind. He could have lied and told Una he was seeing someone, but then she would have pushed until he admitted the truth. Romance writers were gossip-mongers.

     He came out of the washroom to see Colonel Drugan Rhyolite sitting at the bar, talking to Shiloh. When both trolls looked over at him, Luka flinched.

     “Mr. Briarwood.”

     “Sir... um, I mean, Colonel?” Why was he here? Luka didn't think he was in trouble; Drugan wasn't in uniform.

     “Daniel will be along in a minute,” Drugan said. “I'm gonna stay here at the bar, but pull an extra chair up to the staff booth.”

     Luka was so confused. “All right...” He grabbed a chair and sat down at the end of the table. Daniel was apparently bringing two friends plus Una, given this arrangement.

     “And Luka – no titles,” Drugan added. “No 'Lieutenant' or 'Colonel' or whatever. Got it?”

     “Yes sir. No titles.”

     “That's gonna be harder than wrestling a griffin,” Shiloh said as he wiped his face. “You could have given us more warning.”

     “I only got an hour warning from Yew,” Drugan said. “Besides, she gets what she wants.”

     “I don't doubt it,” Shiloh replied. “And she wants to have dinner with...”

     “With her friends,” the colonel said pointedly.

     The door opened and two women, dressed in tunics and leggings, walked in. Daniel followed them.

     Drugan turned to eye Luka. “Best behavior, young man.”

     Luka shifted nervously. “Yes sir.”

     He didn't recognize the blonde girl, but she was chatting happily to her friend. The second woman had her face turned away from him, hidden even more by the shadow of her wide-brimmed hat.

     She looked over at him and took it off. “Hello Luka.”

     Luka scrambled to his feet, shock barely contained. “Tana?”

     Her smile was a welcome sight, bright and lovely as she watched him with amusement. “I told you he'd be surprised.”

    “It is more fun this way,” the other girl said.

     “I'm having dinner with you...?”

     “Two Yews, actually,” Daniel said, grinning. “Or did you mean her?”

     Luka flushed bright red.

     “He is cute,” the unknown girl said.

     Tana shoved her.

     Shiloh muttered something unintelligible and Drugan snorted.

     “Luka, this is Skye,” Tana said tightly. “She's staying with me for a few days.”

     “It's nice to meet you,” Luka said as he shook her hand.

     “You as well,” she replied. “I've heard so much about you.”

     “Good things, I hope.” Luka was still trying to wrap his mind around the situation. “Um... would you two like to sit?”

     Skye slid into the booth first, which meant Tana was next to him.

     Luka sunk into his chair and then looked around. “Wait... where'd Daniel go?”

     “Upstairs to get his sister,” Drugan told him. “Pay attention to your surroundings, Mr. Briarwood.”

     “But he was paying attention,” Skye said slyly.

     It was Tana who turned red this time.

     “So... you two seem to be close,” Luka said.

     “Like sisters,” Tana told him through a rictus of teeth. “She acts the way you've described Lara.”

     Luka nodded in understanding. A friend for life who you sometimes wanted to throttle. But then something hit him.

“Wait, you said Skye was staying with you?”

     Tana nodded. “For a few days.”

     Luka studied the girl again and noticed something off about her. Skye was plain in a way he couldn't describe, although she was lovely. Tana seemed brighter in comparison, her presence stronger and more sharp.

Realization hit him.“Is she... I mean are you from the Garden? You're human?”

     Skye eyed him. “You say it like it's a dirty word.”

     “I'm just surprised, is all. I knew Tana grew up there, but I didn't put it together that her friends would be human.” He felt like an idiot, saying something so obvious out loud.

     “Tana...” Skye shook her head. “It's hard to get used to the new name. I've known 'Lynn' since we were like three, four?”

     Tana snorted. “It's hard for you?”

     “I still wish I was a princess,” Skye whispered.

     “And I still say you shouldn't want it,” Tana whispered back, staring at the table.

     Luka suddenly felt awkward. “Do you want something to drink?”

     “Coffee for me, please,” Skye said.

     “Red wine,” Tana told him. “And a water.”

     Luka got up to go order their drinks, as well as one for himself, giving the two some privacy. The girls learned in close, whispering to each other. He was glad Tana had a close friend she could confide in, but if Skye was human, she was going to age.

     In thirty years she'd grow feeble and physically old while Tana would still look as she did now. Luka wondered if Tana even realized that yet, or if she still had a human mindset. Either way, Tana would face a difficult situation in the future, and there weren't many people who could sympathize with her.

     He knew Tana felt alone in many ways, so he hoped she could keep the friendship with Skye for as long as possible. Not many humans visited Evernesta; they stuck out like a sore thumb once they reached a certain age.

     Daniel and Una came down while he was at the bar waiting for the drinks. Una and Tana began talking like friends. Of course she would have met the guards' families.

     Shiloh slid him a tray with the four drinks, and Luka returned to the table.

     “Where's mine?” Una asked.

     Luka glanced at her, glad to see she was fully dressed. “I'm not a mind reader. And I'm usually in the back when you come down for lunch, so I don't know your go-to.”

     Una shook her head. “Excuses excuses.”

     “I was told you write dirty books,” Skye said, leaning in.

     Luka and Daniel exchanged a look that proved neither of them read Una's novels.

     “It brings in the money,” she replied casually. “And I'm good at it.”

     “Here's your menus,” Shiloh said as he came over. “What can get you two Yews to drink?”

     “That must be so confusing to have as a surname,” Skye said after they ordered.

     Drugan raised his glass. “That's why we call him 'It.' ”

     Daniel rolled his eyes. “And that grates on me more than it ought to. I should be used to the teasing by now.”

     “Because you've been a guard for so long?” Skye asked.

     Daniel shook his head. “No. Because I have three older sisters.”

     Una smiled. “Little baby Danny. We could almost get away with pretending he was another girl.”

     Luka focused on Tana. “So, what brings you here tonight?”

     She shifted. “I wanted to get out of the palace. It's so stifling, and I still don't completely trust the staff. And then there's the elementals. By the way, I'm sorry about the other day.”

     Luka cocked his head. “Sorry about what?”

     “I wanted to talk to you, after the ceremony, but I got waylaid.” She stared into her water glass, looking guilty. “After that... I realized I was just too drained to talk to anyone.”

     “There's no need to be sorry about that.” She wanted to talk to me? “Besides, you could have sent a letter.”

     “ 'Apologizing in person is important,' ” she said wryly, “ 'even if it wasn't my fault.' ”

     Luka acknowledged his own apology on her lips with a nod. It seemed like they were finding more and more common ground, though he wished they could bond over something good for a change. “Still... you could have gone anywhere to have dinner.”

     Tana's eyes filled with sadness. “I don't have many friends, Luka. And two of you spend most of your time in this building.”

     Una cocked her head at Luka, studying him before she nodded. He swallowed thickly. Just what had she realized? Daniel elbowed him in the side.

     Talk to her, idiot. Luka took Tana's hand. Squeezed it. “Then come as often as you'd like. This can be your haven.”

     “Thank you.” She squeezed his hand back. “You don't know what that means to me.”

     “As long as you feel safe and happy here, that's what matters.”

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This scene falls between chapters 27 and 28

     “Did you enjoy spending time with the animals?” Nolan asked.

     Tana smiled. “I did. Though I do feel bad about not helping with dinner.”

     “We have more than enough people here to help with that.” Bronwyn assured her. “Between me, Therese, Lara, and Sophie... you'd have just been in the way. Why don't you get cleaned up?”

     Tana nodded and scurried to the washroom, stopping briefly to get a clean dress from her bag on the couch.

     It was the day before her wedding, and she was spending it out at the Cloverhill house in the Eyrie jurisdiction, where Galen's grandparents lived. Bronwyn and Ewan owned a 10-acre farm with fields and pastures.

     Tana was beyond happy that she could partake in a fairy marriage custom, although she did have a guard in tow. It was tradition for the bride and groom to swap families the night before marrying. It showed that both sides welcomed the new spouse with open arms.

     And had Luka's family – biological and adopted – ever welcomed her. In addition to Lara and Galen, she'd met Luka's three grandparents, aunt, and two uncles, all the people he'd told her about in his letters. They were all there to make her feel accepted.

     She hoped Brock and Myra were treating Luka just as well.

     Bryanne was the only one absent. She was still bitter and unaccepting about the marriage. Tana was sure Bryanne would skip the entire wedding if she could, but she and Lara were being honored in an ceremony of their own. Being Luka's direct blood relatives, both women would be made official ladies of the court.

     Tana quickly changed and rebraided her hair before going back out to join the others.

     “...way around a barn quite well,” Ewan was saying. “It's obvious she loves animals.”

     “Luka did say that she—” Galen cleared his throat and bowed his head. “My lady.”

     “None of that tonight.” Her lips quirked. “What did Luka say about me this time?”

     A grin split Lara's face. “I knew I liked you. It'll be so nice to have a sister.”

     “Agreed,” Tana said. “Now, what did Luka say about me?”

     “That you love your horse, and love to ride,” Galen said. “Not to mention a bunch of romantic nonsense that I didn't need to hear.”

     “Leave the boy alone,” Lew chided. “He's not here to defend himself. Plus, he's found himself a good one.”

     Tana blushed. “Are you still up for that game of chess after dinner, Nolan?”

     “Aye, lass. But just remember, I taught Luka, and I won't be going easy on you.”

     They gathered up the food and moved to the backyard. Being carpenters by trade, Nolan and Galen had no trouble cobbling together a big enough table for everyone. There was still light to see by, and the cool evening air was pleasant.

     “Major Phlox, won't you come join us?” Bronwyn called.

     The fairy guard was setting up a tent, making preparations for the night. She had assured Tana she wouldn't interfere in the party, but would be around if there was any trouble.

     “Thank you for the offer, ma'am,” Kenna replied. “I did bring my own food.”

     “Well there's nothing saying you can't come sit at the table and eat with us.” Therese crossed her arms. “Galen, go get the major a chair.”

     He scurried into the house, returning just as quick. Kenna smiled in thanks and joined the others.

     “So, you're an avid reader, Tana?” Sophie passed around the salad bowl.

     “I am. The Horatio books are my new obsession.”

     Nolan snorted. “Hopefully Luka hasn't spoiled everything for you yet.”

     “He hasn't,” Tana said. “And he wouldn't even when I asked him to.”

     “Seems like he's becoming his own storybook hero,” Lew said.

     Lara buttered a roll. “It's a far cry from accidentally locking himself in the closet.”

     Galen took a long drink from his ale mug. “When he was nine? Who said it was accidental? Or him?”

     “Why did you lock him in the closet?” Tana asked.

     Galen huffed. “ 'Cause he got a bag of sweets from Market and wouldn't share them. So I took them and ate them all myself.”

     “And got quite the stomachache, if I recall,” Nolan added.

     “Worth it,” Galen muttered.

     “So, did you and Luka spend a lot of time out here?” Tana asked. “It's really beautiful.”

     Galen nodded. “There were plenty of days spent out here, harnessed up” – he gestured – “and tied to that very tree.”

     Tana's mind sputtered to a halt. “Tied to the tree? Why?”

     “Poor lass doesn't know fairy children,” Lew said. “You have to keep the little buggers grounded to something, or else they'll fly off and get lost as soon as they learn how to use their wings.”

     “I saw one or two kids on tethers, at Market, but they weren't fairies,” Tana said.

     “Same idea,” Bronwyn told her. “Kids love to run off and get in trouble. But fairy children have an extra ability to get into everything.”

     “We all spent time out here, getting into everything,” Lara interjected. “We stuffed Galen's clothing full of straw, and the goats would chew on my dress. Luka even got chased by chickens.”

     Tana almost spit out her drink. “Oh no!”

     “That only happened because of Lara,” Ewan explained. “He would have been fine if he'd waited two minutes for me, and ignored her goading.”

     “You and Galen are so mean to him.” Tana tried to keep the chuckle out of her voice.

     Kenna smirked. “Makes me glad I'm an only child.”

     “Enough mean stories,” Therese said. “Why don't you tell her the one about when he saved a cat from a tree?”

     Tana hadn't smiled this much in a long time. “I want to hear them all, please.”

     There was no doubt in her mind; she'd made the right choice.

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"The Spirited Princess" - Bonus material copyright 2025 

The scene falls directly before chapter 4

There was a knock at the door, making Master Keene Descartes groan.

It was a late hour, but not an unreasonable one all things considered. He and his wife, Medea, weren’t sleeping through they were in bed. She closed her book as he put down his notes for his lecture in the morning.

This was the downside to marrying a healer: having everyone in the jurisdiction knock on their door all hours of the day and night. It was worth it though, to be married to Medea. She was already out of bed and belting her robe.

“I’ll get the door,” he said as he pulled his own robe on.

Medea grinned. “Fix your hair, it’s come undone.”

Keene walked down the hall to the main room of the house as he retied the cord around his long, dark hair. Medea would follow once he called for her. It was a rule in their house that had been instated after a nasty incident with a drunk troll. If someone knocked on the door between sunset and sunrise, Keene would check to see who was calling on them before he let his wife near them.

But when he pulled back the pane he found a fairy woman on the porch, gingerly balancing on one foot. “Amory?”

“I’m really sorry to bother you, Master Keene, but I had an accident. I think it’s sprained.”

Amory Glendale was a jewelry maker who had married a guard about ten years ago. Lieutenant Glendale seemed bettered by the marriage, as it gave him something good to focus on after the passing of his father. But Amory, though she kept her job, become reclusive, preferring to dote on her husband and focus on the marriage.

“What happened?” Keene asked, offering her an arm. “Where’s Marek? Medea!”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “He’s out somewhere.”

She allowed Keene to help her into a chair and prop her foot up on a stool. The warlock waved his hand and the sconces on the wall sparked to life, flooding the room with light. Amory sank into the chair and pulled her shawl tighter.

“Amory? Oh dear, look at that ankle.” Medea crossed the room and knelt down, bag of supplies in hand. She slid off the fairy’s shoe and lightly prodded the injury.

“Ow…” Tears welled up.

“Amory, I think it may be broken. I’m going to have to splint it, but we need to curb the swelling.” Medea pulled out a cloth and wrapped it around the ankle. “Keene…”

“Ice. On it,” he replied as he headed for the kitchen.

After being with Medea for so long they could read each other easily. Besides, she had trained him to be helpful during minor medical incidents.

There were two cold boxes in the kitchen, one for food and the other for ice. But before he procured it he put on a kettle of water so Medea could brew tea. She’d infuse it with herbs to dull the pain and aid the healing.

Medea’s voice floated into the room. “Tell me you didn’t walk here.”

Amory’s reply was almost too soft to hear. “….flew. …didn’t… worse.”

Keene procured the ice and went back to the women.

“Do you want us to take you to the palace?” Medea asked. “Is Marek on duty?”

“He’s not working tonight. Ow…” Amory flinched as Medea prodded her ankle again. “He… he went out somewhere.”

Amory wiped the tears from her face, smudging her makeup. It seemed strange she’d wear it at night, but Keene guessed it was covering the dark circles under the fairy’s eyes. She must not have been sleeping well.

“I’m going to lessen the swelling and then you’re going to tell me how this happened.” Medea’s hand hovered above the swollen, soon-to-be-bruised skin.

Amory nodded.

It was not the right time to be thinking about physical attraction while Medea was working on a patient, but Keene couldn’t help the feelings that over took him as he watched his beautiful wife work her magic. She looked like an angel – a mythic creature of old – kneeling on the floor, eyes closed and face upturned. Her blonde hair fell loose around her shoulders and glowed in the candle light. The power she radiated was soothing and calm, like a warm balm. His hands weren’t even cold anymore, despite the ice he held.

“There we are,” Medea said. “It shouldn’t hurt as much now.” She took the ice and used a bandage to secure it to Amory’s ankle. “We’ll let this sit for a bit and then I’ll bind it properly. It’ll need to stay splinted for several weeks. I’m also going to write down the correct herbs you’ll need and what quantities go into the tea if you choose to continue working, but I would recommend staying off of it as much as possible. Lady Lara should have everything you need.”

Despite being a member of the royal court and the King Royal’s sister, Lara Briarwood still ran her apothecary stall in the market.

“Now,” Medea’s voice was soft, but firm. “What happened?”

“I was going to ready for bed and I was blowing out the lanterns, so it was dark when I went upstairs.” Amory looked down. “I tripped halfway up, banged my arm on the rail, and twisted my ankle trying to not fall. But I did fall.”

Amory rolled up her sleeve, exposing a nasty, blossoming bruise. “I’m such a klutz.”

“I’ll get more ice,” Keene said.

“You need to be more careful, dear,” Medea said. “You could have been hurt worse. I’ll have Keene put a note under your door letting Marek know you’ll be spending the night here.”

Amory’s eyes got huge. “I wouldn’t want to impose on you any more than I already have. It’s alright, really.”

“You’re not walking, or flying, back,” Keene told her as he came back into the room. “I’ll make up the guest room. I pulled the kettle off, by the way.”

“I’ll make the tea when I’m done here,” Medea replied, pulling out some splints.

“I should write the note then,” Amory conceded.

Medea could finish on her own, so Keene went to prep the guest room. But something made him stop and wonder. There had been something in Amory’s voice that had seemed off. She was a klutz, Medea had treated her several times for bruises and sprains. But now that he thought back on those times, Keene realized Marek had never accompanied Amory when she came for first aid.

Just where was her husband?

 

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