A Rite of Waters: A High Fantasy Slowburn Fairytale Romance (A Kingdom of Stone and Starlight Book 3)

The late sunset streaked deep red against the spires of Menastel as we

galloped through the mostly empty streets. The horses’ hooves seemed to

strike like pealing bells against the smooth, even stones, and a few heads

peeked out of windows and doors as we rushed by. Soren rode at our front,

his long cloak fluttering like dark wings behind him. Rose rode at my side,

her long dark hair curling around her arms as she leaned over her mount’s

neck, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright with excitement. I tried to keep

my seat as I urged my horse on, despite my aching thighs and back, jostled

and sore after almost a week of riding through the Minalorean countryside.

Tomas came behind us, reassuring and wary, a stern guardian lest Rose

and I be left behind in Soren’s haste to return to the palace of Menastel.