Miestryri by Bethany Hoeflich : A Dreg Novella 2.5
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 215 Kb
Miestryri : Rejected… Scorned… Feared. The exile returns…
Betrayal, assassination, and banishment are a stroll on the beach compared to family.
After a year in exile, Crown Prince Silvano Miore’ returned to his seaside homeland of Crystalmoor, hoping to reconcile with his estranged father. Instead, he was met with an outstretched sword.
Suspicion hangs over him after the death of his father. Kin-killer, they call him. Now he must navigate the treacherous waters of the nobility and the sea god’s priests if he is to be anointed and take his place as Miestryri.
But how can he win over the people who fear and distrust him? When he makes a life-shattering discovery, will he give up, or will he fight for the future he wants?
“A reputation he had earned only because people were too ignorant to see past their expectations.
Arianna’s absence chafed. Why wasn’t she here with the rest of the mourners? Their step-mother stood at the head of the procession, dressed in a white gown and veil, her arms wrapped around their half-sister, Lucinda. Even Lucan, his father’s advisor, had been retrieved from the dungeon so he could pay his respects. But not Arianna.
Silvano eyed Lucan with barely-concealed hatred. He wanted nothing more than to throw him from the cliffs.
“Sire,” Jax began, clearly reluctant to speak his thoughts, “we must consider the possibility that she’s plotting against you.”
“Enough. I will deal with my sister when she deigns to make an appearance. Tell me of the rest.”
“A few would prefer to follow Aravell’s lead and elect their own representatives. Only a handful will support your reign without question.”
“So, we’re in over our heads,” he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. He took a deep breath of the salty air, allowing it to cleanse him. “I’ve faced worse odds. I’ll admit, it hasn’t been quite the homecoming I’d imagined. Then again, what could I expect from a man who paid my own Shield to assassinate me.”
Jax shuffled his boot in the sand. “Sil… what happened?” he asked, abandoning formality and letting their childhood familiarity shine through his words.”