Royal Rebel
Author: Heather Frost
Hardcover/Kindle: 663 pages
FTC FYI: I received a copy from the author. All views and opinions are my own.
Summary
A PRINCE fighting to save a princess
A SERJAH torn between duty and desire
A PRINCESS willing to sacrifice everything
A DECOY with nothing to lose
A WORLD about to be torn apart
After his father’s latest punishment, Grayson isn’t at his full strength. Trapped in Ryden and surrounded by enemies, he knows escaping with Mia will be more complicated than anticipated. Tyrell is determined to claim Mia for himself, and Henri’s plans for the rest of Eyrinthia are more horrific than Grayson ever imagined. Despite the increased danger, he and Mia must return to Mortise and warn Desfan of what’s coming—even though it may already be too late.
In Mortise, the palace is still reeling from the brutal attack that left many dead and even more wounded. Regardless of the chaos, Desfan is determined to continue with his coronation. As serjan, he hopes to bring stability to his country and solidify the peace with Devendra. But things in Eyrinthia are always complicated. When Prince Liam reveals they may be facing dangers from old enemies, Desfan will have to decide what kind of ruler he will be.
Devastating news from home has left Clare broken. Despite her heartache, she must once again be Serene’s decoy when a terrifying report sends the princess on an unexpected mission to Zennor. Left at the palace, Clare helps Desfan build trust with the elite in Mortise while guarding a treasonous secret. Because as her grief transforms into a burning desire for vengeance, she is finally ready to embrace a new role—rebel.
Eyrinthia is consumed by uncertainty. Duty. Desire. Sacrifice. Every rebellion has its cost.
Royal Rebel is book 4 in the Fate of Eyrinthia YA fantasy romance series, and should be read in order. If you like swoon-worthy romance, complex characters, and non-stop action with epic twists, then you’ll love the captivating world of Eyrinthia!
Review
Heather Frost is an exceptional author. Her books take you to another world. You care for and love each character, whether they are good or bad. I am not quite done with this book, but so far is an adventure I won't soon forget.
Excerpt
Peter ambushed Grayson on his way back to Mia.
The oldest Kaelin prince didn’t actually manage to surprise him, he just appeared suddenly before him. And with Carter at his side, he issued a sharp order. “Follow me.”
Grayson wanted to refuse, but a fight wasn’t worth the effort, and he didn’t want to risk rousing suspicion.
He trailed after his brothers, moving to a rarely-used sitting room on the first floor of the castle. Once inside, Carter remained by the closed door, and Grayson followed Peter to the center of the room. When Peter abruptly twisted to face him, Grayson’s dulled senses couldn’t react in time. Peter’s fist slammed against his freshly cleaned burn.
The blinding pain sent Grayson to his knees. A ragged gasp echoed in the room. His entire face throbbed, despite the potent drug that swam through his veins. He felt a trickle of blood from where Peter’s ring had dug into the raw, freshly cleaned cut. The agony was indescribable; he couldn’t breathe.
“Stay on your knees,” Peter said evenly.
Grayson’s ears rang. His vision wavered, then came into sharp focus. His fingers dug into the simple braided rug. Nausea swam in his gut, but he forced himself to breathe through it. And as he did, he felt the heat of his rage. A fury that he’d forced down far too many times. He knew he couldn’t risk retaliating; Mia wasn’t safe, yet. But something in his very soul refused to stay down.
Not this time.
He rose slowly, uncurling from the floor until he stood before Peter, stretched to his full height. His brother was the oldest Kaelin prince, but he was the shortest; he had to look up slightly to meet Grayson’s gaze.
Surprise flickered through Peter’s eyes, followed by a flash of fear.
Menace and threat both emanated from Grayson, but he said nothing. Did nothing. Just glared at Peter, his fists clenched at his sides.
Tense silence stretched. Then—slowly—Peter’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk. His thoughts were as clear as if he’d spoken them: he didn’t think he needed to fear Grayson, because he thought he could control him. Use him.
He was wrong. He just didn’t realize it yet.
Peter folded his arms over his chest, clearly showing silent acceptance of Grayson’s refusal to kneel.
His voice was unconcerned. “You failed me in Mortise. It was a simple task, Grayson. What happened? Why didn’t you bring Princess Imara to me?”
“I had no opportunity to abduct her,” Grayson said, his voice dark.
“Failure is failure. And it’s something you’ve done a lot of lately. You’re not quite living up to your fearsome reputation, are you?”
Grayson didn’t bother to respond. “What are your plans for Imara?”
“Oh, the princess will still be mine. But because of your incompetence, I’ll have to deal with some mild inconveniences first. Never fear, I’ll make you clean up your mess in due time.”
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