The Twelve Realms seems an idyllic nation, but behind locked doors there are sinister powers at work. Not even the royal family of High Castle is outside their reach, and Lady Idra has unwittingly placed herself in the crosshairs of a shrewd mercenary. Though noble by birth and lady-in-waiting to her cousin, Princess Caityn, Idra has no consideration of her own worth or value. Sir Ahmad desperately loves her, but he may be too late. He could lose her forever when a mercenary employs a devious plot to gain revenge and riches by her ruin. If an ocean stands between them, will all hope be lost? ~ Captive Hope by Rachael Ritchey
Captive Hope Book Release Tour!
Hello my friends! It is with great pleasure that I get to be apart of the Book Release blog tour for Captive Hope by Rachael Ritchey, the second book in the Chronicles of The Twelve Realms Series.
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Want more? Here is an EXCERPT from Captive hope!
The following excerpt comes from the first chapter and illustrates an aspect of Lady Idra and Sir Ahmad’s close friendship. To set the scene, Idra needed to escape the confinement and incessant gossiping at High Castle, so with only a groom to accompany her she has escaped the city, galloping on her horse through the fields outside the walls. But while stopped to rest, Sir Ahmad arrives, sends the groom back to the castle, and requests Lady Idra come at the summons of High Prince Theiandar. The request is uncommon, and she couldn’t refuse him even if she’d wanted. They have just mounted their horses and are on their way to meet the prince.
“You picked the perfect time to ride out. It looks as though it may rain again soon.”
“Yes. The rain has been rather more than I am used to. Taisce’s autumn rains tend to hug the mountains.”
“Do you miss Taisce?”
“Every day. But Sir Ahmad, you really mustn’t ask me such things. I find I cannot keep a secret from you. Let’s talk of something else. You mentioned the emissary from Emlyn. I’d heard a messenger arrived, but I admit I’ve contemplated several possibilities for his presence. Tell me, do you see us going to war with the Crescents?”
“You’ve been listening to the gossips.”
She cocked her head and gave him a mock look of chastisement. He winked, and she fancied the idea of giving his arm a playful tap but didn’t.
“No, not a bit, though gossip does abound here. Still, you must allow there have been several messages sent back and forth of late. It only makes sense, seeing as how Emlyn is our realm closest to the Crescent Cave Nation.”
“You are as observant as you are lovely, my lady.”
Idra hid her blush by looking across the meadow. It was rare anyone ever commented on her attributes, let alone complimented her, and Ahmad was reserved with such things. He tended to be forthright. She wasn’t quite sure she believed his words were anything other than a gallant nicety, but it didn’t stop her from wishing they meant more.
“You, sir, are attempting to avoid my question.”
“You see, observant,” he said in a teasing tone. “I’ll answer your question, even if it is complicated. I’d like to say we won’t ever go to war with the Crescents, but as things stand, war is very much a possibility. In fact, it is one the king takes seriously. Much depends on a course of action which he is not ready or willing to enforce.”
“I see. Or should I say, I think I see. Is there anything I should do to prepare?”
They were near to the castle gates, and Idra lamented the hasty passing of time. It had been a most pleasant moment, but not all things in life were meant for her pleasure.