Ruslana di Angelo

As they passed through the giant door way of the Royal Dining Hall Tara looped her hand around Michael’s in an uncharacteristic move. Her usual confident gait slowed to an uncomfortable shuffle. Michael leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Are you alright?” “Uh huh. Just go with it, won’t you?” she whispered back. Zhen walked ahead of them and made a beeline towards Elena. Tara had wanted to meet her betrothed who had travelled to the Capitol on more neutral grounds than one

Much appreciated. I often worry that it'll be unnecessary details if I try to build up on the minor characters. But I see your point. I'll do my best to rectify. ❤️

I'm trying to weave in as much of the political system without actually ranting about it. It's not as complicated as it seems once it's laid out. As for more screen time for Iain and Michael, coming right up, sir 😁. I do have a concern though. I wonder if I should write in the intimate scenes in to the story (I don't want this to be a piece of erotica) or make a bunch of one off shorts with them. 🤔

Thank you for the love. I don't usually write myself into the story. But, since Iain could obviously afford it I had to put my favourite piece of jewellery (which I don't possess 😜) into the story. Always fun to find someone who enjoys a good piece of jewellery.

Thank you. I'm glad I messaged you since you seem to enjoy it. ❤️

The point is to not give you the answers to those questions until the end 😉.

“So, how did it go?” Tara asked as soon as he stepped in the door. Both the siblings lifted their head from the work they were absorbed in and looked at him as he entered the drawing room of their rented suit at the inn. Zhen had parchment strewn around him that mixed in with the foliage that he must have been drawing and some had trailed off the desk and laid on the floor. Tara sat at the large bay window sill that overlooked the cliffs and the River Sari beyond and had her swords and a th

Thank you. 🙇‍♀️ This is a labor of much love. I hope to hold on to you till the end.

Flurries floating through the air glinted in the moonlight as if the gods were sprinkling diamond dusted blessings on each passerby ahead of the Moon’s Day, magically disappearing before it ever reached the ground. The street lights were dimmed on the busy streets to add to the magic of the season and let the Moon shine on her people. Children ran after the flurries, trying to catch them as their parents either watched them fondly or dashed off, calling to them, as they hurried off for last minu

Isle of the Dead He had often wondered what gave the lush little island in the middle of the Hyrcanian Ocean such a gruesome name, Isle of the Dead. Now, lying in the midst of a sea of dead he wondered if this was a normal occurrence to the island. When they landed in the cover of coming dusk, hiding them from the prying eyes of the world, they had spoken in whispers to their guardians who had promised them that the isle was secure, and he had no reason to doubt them. After all they were th

This What are you to do when the world begins to shift right beneath your feet? Michael accepted the coveted Stewardship of Nothernlands because it was a prestige beyond his dreams, no other altruistic reasons. His job was to make wealth for the Duchy and keep it coming. What he did not expect was having to put together the shattered lonely heart of a Duke and keep it safe from everything destiny could throw at them. Can he and his Duke keep the most powerful kingdom in their world from falling apart from the storm of vengeance, deceit and greed that was brewing in the horizon?

Thank you so much 😙

Have you (the administration) thought of introducing a mobile app? I think it'll be great.

Mr B on a cookie jar. Oh My God! Can't wait for the baby now.

I'm just very glad they managed to get any packing done with their track record . It was adorable Gary, as always.