CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE #3
Her white silk gown—overlaid with Elvian lace and studded with tiny diamonds like morning dewdrops caught in a spider’s fine web—whispered across the marble terrace stones as she crossed to his side.
Rajahl vel’En Daris’s crystal gleamed at her wrist, while Rain’s crystal hung from a platinum chain around her neck.
Her hair tumbled about her shoulders and down to her waist like a cloud of tairen fire.
Her fingers slid across the back of Rain’s wrist, but he turned his hand to thread his fingers through hers and hold her hand the way Celierians—and now he, as well—preferred.
His thumb brushed across hers in a tiny caress, and he smiled into Ellysetta’s bright Fey eyes. “Beylah vo, shei’tani.”
She tilted her head to one side. “For what?”
“For… everything.” The Eye of Truth had sent him to Ellysetta to find the salvation of his peoples. But in her, he had also found the salvation of his own soul.
He had longed for death until she renewed his fierce desire for life.
She had smashed countless Fey traditions and taboos, and forced him to rethink everything he believed of the world as she forged her own, unique path with quiet but relentless courage.
He had thought all dahl’reisen were beyond redemption, yet she had restored Gaelen’s soul and won the bloodsworn loyalty of the Brotherhood of Shadows and brought the gift of their powerful magic and fertility back to the Fey.
He had thought Azrahn was evil, yet even before the Mirror of Knowledge had revealed its secrets, she had proven the forbidden magic could be just as powerful a force for good.
She’d made the world beautiful and wondrous once more, as it hadn’t been for him since he was a boy. She made him believe the Fey would again become the great, shining Light they had once been to this world. A beacon of hope and freedom and strength that would forever stand fast against the Dark.
She smiled at his thoughts and shook her head. “You give me too much credit. Most of that is not my doing.”
“And there you are wrong. Without you, shei’tani, none of this would have been possible.
” He waved his hand to indicate the rebuilt beauty of Dharsa with its fully restored Hall of Scrolls and the crowds gathering at the foot of Dharsa’s central mount.
Fey, Elves, Celierian friends and dignitaries, all standing side by side in the heart of the city, garbed in splendorous raiment as they attended Rain and Ellysetta’s truemating celebration and the coronation of the Fading Lands’ new queen.
“He is right,” Marissya said, as she and Dax joined them on the terrace.
Like dozens of other mates of the Fey, the pair were garbed in the verdant green-and-white hues they would both wear until the birth of their child.
The heady scent of Amarynth perfumed the air around them, blooming in abundance from every bower and garden in Dharsa. “You have changed our world.”
“I never meant to.”
Marissya smiled. “The gods weave as the gods will, Feyreisa.”
The breeze blew a wayward curl against Ellysetta’s cheek. Rain reached out to brush it back out of her face. “Where are your parents?”
“With Tajik and Papa, keeping Lillis and Lorelle out of trouble until the ceremonies begin. Papa has been regaling them with stories of my childhood.” She laughed, but a sheen of tears glimmered in her eyes.
Despite her overwhelming joy at freeing her Fey parents, he knew she still sorely missed her adoptive mother.
Today’s bonding ceremony would be the second time Ellysetta and Rain had celebrated the joining of their lives.
Mama’s absence, and the absence of other dear friends lost to the evil of the Eld, was a somber Harmony to the now-joyous verse of her Song.
Happiness was hers, but as with all great gifts of the Fey, that happiness had come at a steep price.
“I think Lauriana would have liked Shan and Elfeya,” Rain said.
Ellysetta nodded, as she thumbed away her tears. “Aiyah. I know she would. And I know they would have liked her, too.”
“How could we not?” A warm, vibrant voice replied. “She is the woman who kept our daughter safe and guided and loved her in our stead.”
Rain and Ellysetta both turned to the open archway leading from the ballroom as Shan, Elfeya, Sol Baristani, and the twins stepped outside to join them.
Smiling, Elfeya v’En Celay approached to embrace her daughter and her daughter’s mate.
Ellysetta’s birth mother looked every inch the powerful shei’dalin she was, in a gown of stunning scarlet and gold with her truemate’s sorreisu’kiyr set in a golden torque at her throat.
Her Light was nearly as bright as Ellysetta’s, setting her skin aglow so that she shone like a star.
She resembled her daughter in so many ways—the fiery hair, the gentleness, the steely will that lay beneath her vast compassion and empathic gifts.
It was that steel that had enabled her to survive her thousand years of torment.
That steel that had made her the indomitable truemate of the legendary warrior standing at her side.
Rain held out his hand to clasp the forearm of Shannisorran v’En Celay, the warrior once known as Lord Death.
He flinched slightly at the acid burn of the sel’dor bands lining the thick golden cuffs at Shan’s wrists.
Shan might be free from the High Mage, but he was not free of the man’s dread gifts.
The tairen’s soul Vadim Maur had tied to Shan’s was with him still—and just as wild and savage as it had been during his captivity in Boura Fell.
He wouldn’t allow Elfeya or Ellysetta to risk themselves trying to undo what the Mage had done, and he wouldn’t risk the Fey by giving the beast its freedom, so he had willingly bound himself in sel’dor.
To his mate’s objections, he had replied, “Pain is life, kem’san.
I accepted that long ago. We are together, and we are free. That is joy enough for me.”
The Fey Lord’s face was carved from stone, but his granite jaw softened, and the hard glitter of his green eyes warmed when he turned his attention to the daughter he’d suffered decades of torture to protect.
“Blessings of the day, ajiana. Miora felah to you and your mate. May Shadow always fall short of your Path and your days be filled with joy.”
Ellysetta embraced him. “Beylah vo…Gepa.”
His arms clutched her close. “You do us proud, kem’nessa.” He bent his head to her ear, and added in a hoarse whisper, “You were worth every moment.”
The tears she’d been fighting squeezed out between her lashes. When her father released her, she begged again, “Won’t you change your mind and stay with us here in Dharsa?”
Shan smiled and shook his head. “Nei, child. Tehlas is our home. It is where we belong.”
Rain had asked Shan and Elfeya to take Tenn and Venarra’s place on the governing council, but they had declined.
After their centuries of confinement, the bustle of Dharsa unsettled them—and disturbed the tairen tied to Shan’s soul.
They both believed the solitude of their now-abandoned home city would suit them much better and grant them both the time they needed.
Time to live together in peace, without pressure or restraint.
Time to walk the silvery beaches of Tairen’s Bay, or turn their faces up to the sun, or lie on the rooftop of their old home at night and make love beneath the stars.
Time to heal and to learn what it was to be free once more.
“But you will visit us, of course,” Elfeya said.
“You and your mate… and your papa and sisters, of course.” She sent a fond glance at the twins, who both already bore smudges of dirt on their pristine white gowns.
The two girls had captivated Shan and Elfeya with their laughter and mischievous antics, and most of their time since returning to Dharsa had been spent in the company of the twins, watching over them and spoiling them as they had not had the chance to watch and spoil their own child.
Elfeya lifted her hands to spin a quick weave.
The smudges vanished and the slightly askew bouquets of Amarynth nestled in the twins’ mink brown curls straightened neatly.
“And perhaps one day, their mates as well, hmm?” she added, as Kieran and Kiel joined the group on the terrace.
Rain’s brows drew together. Elfeya was looking at Kieran and Kiel when she spoke, and there was a very Elvish look in her eyes.
Before he could comment, Bel appeared in the arched doorway and signaled to him. Rain nodded an acknowledgment. “Kabei. Our final guests have arrived. With them is someone I think you and your daughters will want to meet, Master Baristani.”
They turned their attention to the arched doorway just as Gaelen and Rijonn ushered in two dozen of the women and children from the dahl’reisen village and Farel’s white-haired, silver-eyed hearth witch.
“Sheyl.” With a happy smile, Ellysetta greeted the woman who had helped save their lives and enveloped her in a warm hug. “Meiveli ti’Dharsa. Welcome to Dharsa. Welcome to the Fading Lands.”
“Thank you.” Sheyl nodded at Rain. “Thank both of you for your kindness and generosity in offering us shelter and a new home. Farel sends his greetings and bids you both much joy.”
Despite the lingering concerns of some Fey, Rain had granted safe harbor in the Fading Lands to the refugees from the Verlaine Forest—including every dahl’reisen who had sworn a lute’asheiva bond to Ellysetta.
As few as the Fey had become, there was more than room enough for the dahl’reisen lu’tan to live in one of the abandoned Fey cities without inflicting their pain upon the vulnerably empathic women of the Fey.