A Forbidden Fate
To every person who screams when Mr. Darcy helps Lizzie onto the carriage and does his infamous hand flex…
This one's for you. Cheers.
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Pronunciations
CHARACTERS:
Idalia: Eye-Doll-Yuh
Braizen: Bray-Zen
Lachlan: Lock-Lin
Rianne: Ree-Anne
Eveline: Eva-Lean
Cyra: Sigh-Ruh
PLACES:
Verdana: Ver-Don-Uh
Baelliles: Buh-Lie-Ills
Aeradian: Air-Uh-Dee-In
Idizina: Eye-Duh-Zeena
Author’s Notes
This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
TRIGGER WARNINGS:
Death and Murder
Gore
Kidnapping
Thoughts of self harm
Religious Disputes
Mentions of intended assault
Adult language and Themes
Sexual Conduct
Alcohol and Drug Consumption
Table of Contents
World Map
Pronunciations
Author’s Notes
A Forbidden Fate
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Acknowledgements
A Forbidden Fate
Prologue
We flee the castle immediately, leaving everything we brought behind. My father pulls at my arm, yelling at me to get in the carriage. So many things are happening at once, and I can’t understand any of them. Adults scream in terror or angrily shout and block our way. I can smell their sweat mixed with the sweet, exotic perfumes they applied for the banquet. Servants careen into each other as some try to enter the great hall and others flee the scene.
Where is my father? He is no longer in front of me. He dropped my hand. I stumble across the cobblestone courtyard; my soft slippers slide on the wet stones. The screams and shouts gradually fade until I can only hear my heart pound and the anxious whines of the carriage horses as they sense our fear.
My father stands at the carriage door shouting at me to enter. I reach his side and gulp for air. Our outriders are all displaying their weapons and strain to hold their mounts in place until father and I enter the carriage. I cannot understand what my father is saying. He is babbling in some strange language and his eyes rake across my face, although he does not appear to see me. He is frightening me.
I place my foot on the first step and my father shoves me up the rest of the way. I look up.
Then I scream and scream.
