Page 80 of The Wild Rose and the Sea Raven
The square sail of the cog ship billowed in the strong wind, propelling Issylte, Tristan, and Lancelot south to the craggy coast of Bretagne. As they embarked on the journey tola Joyeuse Garde,Issylte watched the island of Avalon disappear into the mist, crying for the Elf she loved and another life she was forced to leave behind.
She wept for the future they would have had, the love they would have shared, the years they would have spent together, raising children and horses. Her throat constricted. The physical pain of loss overwhelming, she retreated to her quarters below deck to grieve alone, unable to face anyone in her miserable state.
Yet, between bouts of retching and sobbing, seasick and heartsick—a glimmer of hope flickered in Issylte’s fragile heart.
In Bretagne, she would soon meet the Tribe of Dana. A band of warriors as fierce as the Elves of Avalon. Committed tohelping her eradicate the evil of her wicked stepmother, the dark wizard, and the diabolical dwarves.
The long-awaited army she needed to challenge the Black Widow Queen.
With Tristan and Lancelot at her side. Two unparalleled knights. The finest in the entire Celtic realm. Warriors of the Tribe of Dana.
Together, they would prevent King Marke’s death.
Restore the knights’ good standing with their respective monarchs.
And finally, after six long years of waiting, the Emerald Princess could at last embrace her fate.
And become the Emerald Queen.
