Red Rope of Fate
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In a land where humans and elves find it difficult to communicate, Tari-an elf-is bound to Captain Arion-a human military officer-in a ceremony designed to promote friendship between the two races. When the ceremony is over, the pair discover that the impossible has happened: they can understand each other in spite of the language barrier. Thrown into a storm of politics, Tari and Arion are put in danger by those who want humans and elves to remain separate. To make matters worse, Tari realizes that she has fallen in love with Arion, who has the emotional capabilities of a rock. As both societies dictate that an elf and a human can never be together, Tari must conceal her feelings. Unfortunately, the taciturn Arion is watchful and attentive to Tari's well-being, constantly pushing her to her limits with his loyalty, friendship, and dreadfully informal habit of touching her. If Tari and Arion survive, their tumultuous relationship will either strengthen their countries' alliance or cripple the human courts of nobility. The deciding factor will be Arion, and his indecipherable feelings for Tari.
Ever.) “Arion, why did you not tell me your sister hosted teas every week?” Tari thunderously said, ignoring the four footmen that scurried from the room. Arion stared at Tari’s hair. “Hm?” “Arion,” Tari said, stamping a foot. Her clenched hands shook under the force of her emotions. This lumbering ox can feel what I’m feeling. WHY ISN’T HE SAYING ANYTHING!? Arion shrugged and set his goblet down as a servant mopped up Eric’s mess. “I wished to spare you.” “What?” Arion thoughtfully looked
first place. He was an Evening Star candidate once, did you know that? In the end, we passed over him because he did not display enough loyalty to humans,” Seer Ringali said, using a wax paper parasol to push aside a bush branch. “You will challenge him?” Tari’s eyes popped open as her anger returned. “I will. He will be taught a lesson.” Seer Ringali nodded. “I am, naturally, one of your seconds. We are ornamental in your case but still necessary by principle. You will let me know when you
Arion’s kiss, but none of the tea attendees gasped or pointed at Tari and Arion, so it was probably acceptable. “You are in a splendid mood this evening,” Tari said, reaching out to link her arm with Arion’s. “I am,” Arion acknowledged. “Why, if you do not mind my asking?” Tari asked. Arion’s slight smile grew crocked. “I was treated to a good sight. You like your flower hair stick?” Tari beamed. “I do. I still think it is pretty. I have received four compliments on it this evening. And no,
finally realized the implication of our marriage,” Arion said. “What, that as the eldest son of the Herycian family and the only man of Calnor to ever marry an elf, your status has flown to such heights that she cannot pick on your family anymore?” Tari asked with an arch smile. Arion tilted his head and studied Tari. “You knew our wedding was going to end up a state event,” he stated more than asked, even though he was looking for confirmation. “I told you Evening Stars are important to
is a cause for celebration because you two symbolize hope,” King Celrin mildly said as a server filled his mug with beer. “Your marriage means all of our work is not for naught. We, Lessa and Calnor, can have a future together, and we can understand and even love each other,” King Celrin said, reaching out and snagging King Petyrr by the collar of his gold-embroidered shirt to keep the jubilant king from wandering off after Princess Claire—who had just waved to her father-in-law. “Congratulations