The Realm's Mystics [Mystic Women of The Realm Series Book 3] Read Online Free

upon her cheek and walked her back to San'lr'in'thel'ineln', offering her arm to Jandra, “Thank you for preparing Woden for the loss of you. They have forgiven me, but only because of you. You are most gracious."
    "It would seem the fates have pushed us into our roles, regardless of our happiness in Woden. Thank you for the dance, Sam."
    Sam took Jandra's hand and brought it to her mouth. She gave Jandra's hand the sweetest and gentlest of kisses, “Remain safe and well, Jandra."
    She gave Jandra's hand to San'lr'in'thel'ineln', “Take good care of her, my sister."
    Just as San'lr'in'thel'ineln’ was going to say something in return, a figure appeared in a cloud in the middle of the dance floor. San'lr'in'thel'ineln', yet holding Jandra's hand, held it tighter now, turning her head to the cloud. She softly said to both Sam and Jandra, “It would appear she arrives."
    The High Queen raised her eyebrow, waiting. As the smoke disappeared, Sume'n'tinel'ti'non appeared before them. She looked around the room, pleased to see she had frightened and surprised all those in attendance. She walked around, examining the room, tasting the food, touching those she thought seductively interesting until she finally arrived closer to San'lr'in'thel'ineln', Jandra and Sam. Ann'wn looked to her guards, seeing them prepared. The High Wizard Sorcerer came close by, but hid herself within the crowd.
    "Are you not going to introduce me to your little gathering, Sister?"
    The word ‘sister’ rolled off her tongue with sheer disgust and hate. San'lr'in'thel'ineln’ found her sister's tone as expected—grating, irritating, and demanding. She raised her hand toward Sume'n'tinel'ti'non, but remained unsmiling.
    "We give a gracious welcome to My newly-returned eldest sister, Sume'n'tinel'ti'non, from Sansthera. Welcome, High Priestess. We welcome you to our Valley."
    Jandra and Caitha both saw that this High Priestess had many of the same features as Sam and The High Queen, but were not set as well upon her body as on the other two. She had long brown hair, but without any character to it. Her face could have been pleasant had she not been frowning, her ill-defined eyebrows and brown eyes glowering their disgust and mistrust. She was the shortest of the three sisters, and her stance was far removed from any regal or warrior bearing. Jandra didn't find her ugly, but neither was she pretty.
    "Ha! You wish me here as much as you would wish a dead butchered horse upon this dance floor."
    San'lr'in'thel'ineln’ lowered her hand from Jandra's, letting it go gently. As she heard her sister's words, she winced slightly at the truth of them, but also at their bitterness. She moved slightly forward, “I lie not, My sister. I welcome you with an open heart, as I am as curious as you about each other."
    She hissed at her, “Are you not well afraid of me, my queenly sister with such queenly manners?"
    San'lr'in'thel'ineln’ folded her hands together in front of her, silently letting go of her wish for an amiable meeting. She saw that it wasn't meant to be.
    "No. You are merely a sorcerer. My powers are far greater than yours."
    Sume'n'tinel'ti'non looked angrily upon her, “And those powers were meant for me, only. You stole them from me!” She was well angry, but changed her tone for a moment when she saw Sam, “But who is this beside you? Be this my baby sister?"
    Sam let The High Queen control the talk as needed, so said nothing. The High Queen looked over to Sam, “I present you, Sam'r'in'thel'ineln', our youngest sister. She also is no sorcerer."
    "Our baby sister. Humph! She looks young and naïve. Of little use to me."
    She suddenly saw Jandra, in all her beauty. She became well interested, wanting her for herself, “Who stands behind you, Sister? Could this be your lover? The one you stole from your own sister?” She began to reach out to her, “She is stunning. I would offer a high price for such as this one. Perhaps peace, if she could