Cherie Logan

The Heirs of Versalla Cherie Logan

The Heirs of Versalla Continues My Dearest Amia, It has been two hundred years. Whether in Earth or Versallan years, I no longer remember. Either way, it has been a very long time since I last beheld your face or lost myself in the sweet music of your voice. I grow tired but not old. Armond and I can never age as long as you sleep. This suits him, and so he had hidden you beyond my wizardly reach. Lord Armond - I cannot bear to think of him as your husband or as my brother grows in power with each passing year. He is careful to keep his marriage covenant, instead revels in cruelty and power. In two hundred years much has remained the same. Your sisters' children, and their children, and their children down to this day love you with an eternal fervor and join me in our search for your sleeping tomb. I wish you could have been here to treasure the lives your sisters and their husbands built on this mountaintop. You commanded them to always remember you and to love and be happy. They obeyed. More than just obeyed, they magnified every wish of your heart. They are a happy people, dedicated to one another and equally to Earth and Versalla. They do hide the existence of Versalla from their young children, but when the child has grown, it is my joy to lead them in their discovery of the Awakening of their Versallan roots. Every heart that awakens stirs the burning embers of my own heart and of my pure love for you. Two hundred years, and I am tired. I have traveled, seeking your eternal bed, through every region of Versalla. Our children are relentless in searching by my side. Yes, I think of your sisters' descendants as my children - as ours. They are my life and the only purpose to my future should I never find you and end this curse. I would have faded over loss of your goodness if not for these precious children. In commanding me to love and guard them - you gave me life. Clean Young Adult Romantic Fairytale Fantasy.