Sanctuary (ON THE WIND #1) by Sam Burns EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Sam Burns
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PARIS
Golden light filtered through the arched windows to fall across my face,
and for the first time since Father died, I woke to greet the day with
hope.
It wasn’t even that his death had dashed all of mine—I had a good life,
an honorable family, and a man I adored. A prince I adored, actually.
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Though I’d not seen him since the funeral.
Royals could be so strange about death. The king didn’t attend Father’s
funeral, even though Father had been one of his closest advisors, because
no soul in Urial ought to allow themselves to think of the king and death at
once. He hadn’t even attended his wife’s funeral, all those years ago. It was
tempting fate, risking disaster, so it was better if the king and his family
gave such matters a wide berth.
It’d been no surprise when Prince Tybalt’s copper brows had furrowed
and he’d squeezed my arm and promised that he’d simply be wasting away
in court while he gave me time to mourn.
I had promised him that I wouldn’t take too long, that I couldn’t wait for
things to return to normal, that my heart would heal all the quicker,
knowing that he was waiting for me.
It was only . . . well, I had loved my father dearly. Losing him felt like a
shadow had carved its way into my chest, stolen all my air, turned the blood
in my veins cold. Without him, my brother, Hector, took up the running of
the family.
He’d become very busy, with little time to sit around and commiserate.
So it had just been me and Helena, my ebony-haired beauty of a sister, to
pass handkerchiefs back and forth while recounting our favorite stories.
He’d passed in his sleep—an illness that came on quick, nothing more.
But he was gone, and gods, it hurt.
That morning? Oh, that morning I would greet the gleaming golden day
and reclaim my life. It was what Father would’ve wanted, after all. He’d
never been one for wasting away in misery and doubt. He’d laughed loudly,
acted boldly, made himself known at court. I might not have his presence,
but I could carry on his joy, his resilience.
We would recover in his absence, and wherever he was, he’d be gladder
for it; I was certain.
So I dressed well, in rust-colored silk that made the deep brown of my
eyes twinkle brighter when I smiled, determined that was all I’d do that day.
Smile and smile and smile until the shape of it felt right on my lips.
If it got too hard, Helena would be there. She always had been.
Only, as I adjusted my cuffs, a servant came in bearing a silver platter, a
scrap of parchment neatly folded atop it. He held the whole thing out, and
my heart leapt, a smile coming unbidden to my face for the first time in
weeks.
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