Title: The Tyrant King (The Peasant Queen 2)
Author: Cherie Chesley
Genre: Fantasy
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Book Description
Krystal's peaceful life as queen of Fayterra is shattered
when a stranger arrives with a connection to Jareth that threatens to change
everything. Soon her loved ones are threatened, her people are under attack,
and Krystal must face a devastating loss. As the future becomes bleaker and the
mystery continues to unravel, Krystal's enemies will learn just how far she
will go to defend the people she loves.
Author Bio
Currently blissful working mother of 5. Married to a
fantastic, amazing, supportive man. I love to read, I love to write and I love
taking pictures (though my skill is debatable lol).
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Excerpt
The Peasant Queen:
Krystal had no luck with the window in her room. It
had either rusted or been sealed shut. Nor could she find anything in the room
that could be used as a weapon. If she wanted out of this chamber, she’d have
to rely on her wits.
Her lovely gown quickly became a hindrance as did the
infrequent arrival of castle servants. The blonde maid returned with a tray of
fine food that Krystal found she could not stomach. The blonde left again and
returned awhile later with fresh water to drink and a full pitcher for her
basin. Finally Krystal moved to the bed to wait for things to settle down.
The day must have caught up with her, for the next
thing she knew, someone was shaking her awake. “Princess Krystal,” said the
voice. “The king requests your presence in his study.”
For a brief moment, Krystal thought she must be
dreaming. It sounded so strange. She sat up and looked into the eyes of the
dark haired maid. “What does he want?”
“It is not my place to question,” the maid said. “I
have been sent to bring you to him.”
Krystal looked at the candle the maid held. “How late
is it?”
She moved to light the room. “It’s just after sunset.
I am to have you in his study by the time he finishes dinner.”
She sat up. “Can’t you just tell him I’m not up for
another round of shouting?”
The maid stared at her in astonishment. “You truly
raised your voice to him?”
Krystal shrugged, trying to seem unconcerned. The
maid’s reaction embarrassed her. “I lost my temper. I don’t think it’s any
secret to your king that I don’t care for his company.”
“He is not my king.” The maid put her hand over her
mouth, looking horrified. “I did not mean to say that. Please forgive me.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” said Krystal and the maid
rewarded her with a smile.
“Thank you.”
“What is your name?”
“I am Miraya, Highness.”
Krystal rolled her eyes. “Please don’t call me that. I
don’t know what King Gregory hopes to accomplish by naming me a princess.”
“It’s difficult to know what scheme is in his head,”
agreed Miraya. “Though one thing is certain. It is clear though that he has a
specific plan in mind for you.”
“That’s hardly reassuring.”
Miraya brought Krystal her dinner tray. “Please eat.
It will help you feel better.”
“I don’t see how food can help,” said Krystal.
The maid smiled thinly. “I wish I could do more, but
in this kingdom, King Gregory’s word is law. Most Fayterrans support him. They
prefer a seasoned warrior to an untried boy.”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought you knew,” Miraya said. “Prince Jareth is
the rightful heir to the throne of Fayterra. King Gregory stole it from him.”
“Isn’t Jareth his nephew? Why would he do such a
thing?”
“His reasons are his own. Please, Princess. I must ask
you to eat. He will be expecting you soon.” Miraya moved about the room,
straightening as she went.
Krystal ate and watched her. “Why do you stay here?
Why not leave?”
“I wish I could,” she said. “The king prefers to keep
me here. He’s made sure I’ll stay.”
“How?”
“I wish I could tell you, but even talking about it
brings risk.” She put down the pillow she’d been fluffing. “I can tell you
this. It entertains King Gregory to cause suffering. He enjoyed tormenting
Prince Jareth, and now I am his target.”
Krystal put down her roll.
“And now perhaps I am as well.” She stood up. “Let’s get this over with. The
anticipation is driving me mad.”
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