Second Daughter (The Royals of Dharia, Book Two)
Susan Kaye Quinn
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Aniri’s life is supposedly perfect—she’s beloved by the people of Jungali and betrothed to their handsome prince. He’s a noble barbarian who’s pledged to use his skyship for peace, but the threat of a second skyship in the hands of rival country Samir looms over their impending marriage… and Aniri begins to question her rush to marry a man she barely knows.
When the Second Daughter of Dharia is poisoned, Aniri tells her soon-to-be husband she must rush off to Samir to care for her beloved sister. After all, how can she wed when Seledri may be dying? But in her heart, Aniri fears she may be like her long-lost father, fleeing the responsibilities of crown once again.
Aniri may be a runaway bride, but the dangers in Samir are real—Seledri is being stalked by an assassin, the second skyship could bring war, and the three Queendoms have never had so much unrest. As Aniri fights to free her sister from a husband and a country she does not love, she unlocks tightly-kept secrets that might have been better left uncovered… and she wonders whether a love pledged in the heat of adventure can survive the looming threat of war.
SECOND DAUGHTER is the second book in the Royals of Dharia Trilogy. It is told from Aniri’s point of view.
hadn’t a care in the world. Which Aniri understood all too well: with no Daughters in Samir to take the throne, a Second Son wasn’t quite as extraneous as a Third Daughter, but almost. “Well, if it isn’t the dashing Third Daughter of Dharia come to visit our very home,” Natesh exclaimed, taking her hand in his and bowing deeply to touch his forehead to it. It was a bit presumptuous but also very gallant. His words and the intimate touch managed to work a grin out of her. His smile dampened only
he was trying to shrink into it and escape, even though Janak no longer touched him. Her raksaka had stepped back, regarding Devesh coolly. “By your leave, your majesty, I’ll dispose of this trash so we can be on our way.” Devesh’s hands flew up, palms forward, begging for his life. “You can’t let him kill me, Aniri.” His voice shook, but he rushed his words out before Janak decided which fatal blow to strike. “Your father sent me to find you.” “What?” Aniri lurched closer to him, sure she had
unexplained times away from the palace…” Aniri squeezed Seledri’s hand. Her husband, the father of her child, wasn’t having an affair after all. And if he was searching for a way to reunite Seledri with her father, it seemed unlikely he was trying to kill her as well. Amidst all the other horrors of the day, this must have seemed like a lifeboat. Their father searched Aniri’s face. “He knows how you feel, my child. I think he hopes to win your heart by bringing your long lost father back into
But it also would be hard on him. It was impossibly awkward already, and no one yet knew, except Priya. And possibly Karan. But Nisha wasn’t just anyone. More importantly, she might help Aniri fix some of the damage. Nisha was peering at her. “What has it cost you?” “It cost me Ash.” She pulled in a breath, fighting back the surge in emotions that came with that. “What?” Nisha was horrified. Aniri didn’t think she could say it again. So she pressed on. “I should have known it would spread
to calm her heart. “You startled me.” He stood at one end of the training room, which was easily three times the size of her guest room, and a quick look confirmed they were alone. Behind him was a table arrayed with swords and a glass cabinet that spanned the narrow length of the room. It held weapons, armor, and what looked unsettlingly like instruments of torture. Ash smiled broadly and set down a saber he had been holding. “Are you spying on me again?” He was dressed for fencing: a high