Blood Curse

Blood Curse

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Genre: Fantasy

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Lea had not asked for much in this life. Orphaned with nothing connecting her to her past except a reoccurring dream and a pearl comb, she was content to eek out an existence as a song bird in Lord Carew's court until the day she saved enough money to escape Surdale. Her best laid plans go array when she meets Prince Emrys of West Haven; a man with music in his soul and sharpness in his tongue. Lea finds herself immediately drawn to him though she knows she could never be worthy of a prince. But, after an unfortunate accident involving Lord Carew, Lea is forced to flee Surdale with Prince Emrys and the attraction she feels begins to spiral out of control. That along with the unexplainable changes she is experiencing makes Lea's new life in West Haven much more dangerous, and potentially deadly than before.

When Lea learns of the political strain between the human kingdoms and the Acayian rulers of the sea, Lea must learn who she is and who she can trust before it is too late.
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Summary

Lea had not asked for much in this life. Orphaned with nothing connecting her to her past except a reoccurring dream and a pearl comb, she was content to eek out an existence as a song bird in Lord Carew's court until the day she saved enough money to escape Surdale. Her best laid plans go array when she meets Prince Emrys of West Haven; a man with music in his soul and sharpness in his tongue. Lea finds herself immediately drawn to him though she knows she could never be worthy of a prince. But, after an unfortunate accident involving Lord Carew, Lea is forced to flee Surdale with Prince Emrys and the attraction she feels begins to spiral out of control. That along with the unexplainable changes she is experiencing makes Lea's new life in West Haven much more dangerous, and potentially deadly than before.

When Lea learns of the political strain between the human kingdoms and the Acayian rulers of the sea, Lea must learn who she is and who she can trust before it is too late.

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The salt in the air stung her face in a harsh invigorating way. A way she always loved. She could taste the tang of the ocean before she even saw it. She struggled to ascend the cliff, her legs tired to the point of giving out beneath her. She had never felt this sort of weariness before, but she had also never felt this much determination. The sea was singing in her veins begging her to find it. She knew, knew with complete certainty that the ocean was just beyond the cliff. She knew she must get to it. The sea knew it to. It was calling to her. Tugging at her body and soul. Wanting her to dive into the tumultuous waves and become one with the chaos.  Chaos to some was the feeling of home to her. A home she could no longer reach. A home she was deprived of.

She fought up the grassy slope gasping for breath as she went. The sea’s pressure on her body mounted the closer she got and she felt her limbs trembling beneath her. Just when she thought she could not take another step, she arrived. The cliff gave way to a stunning view of the ocean. Though it was far beneath her she could still make out the hues being cast about in the waves. Greys, blues, and greens of every shade. Colors she did not even have a name for crested and then disappeared with each rollicking wave. The sea was thrumming through her now, her entire body quaked with the impending reunion. Come to me, come to me daughter. Return to the waves. Come home. Words she had waited so long to hear caused salty rivulets, unrelated to the ocean air, to course down her cheeks. She was almost home.

She threw her head back letting the brackish winds catch and pull at the tendrils of her loose hair. Even the wind was beckoning her to the sea. She grinned and pushed a few loose tendrils off her face looking up towards the sky. It was blue. One eternal shade of cornflower blue. No clouds in sight. It was nothing like the lovely sea beneath her with its ever-changing color scheme. She decided then, that she would be okay never seeing the bland sky again. She turned to face the ocean not giving the sharp rocks on the cliff side a second glance and she took a running leap off the cliff driving her body down towards the waiting waves. In that moment she felt truly free. Her body was no longer full of aching limbs, her mind was the clearest it had been in years, and her blood hummed with gleeful anticipation of meeting those lovely cool waves.

Lea jolted awake with a gasp and frantically looked around her accessing her surroundings. Rough hewn walls that looked carved from stone, pieces of hay scattered along the floor strays from what she used as a mattress, a small trunk with a cracked mirror resting on the edge, along with her finest possession her pearl comb. Everything was familiar and her heart sank. Here there was no ocean, no waves, no thrumming of the tide in her blood. In fact, Lea could not remember the last time she had ever seen the ocean. Of course she knew of the ocean, had seen pictures and read stories but she could not say that she had ever seen one in person. But something, something whispered in her mind that she had not only seen the ocean but also sank beneath its waves. She could not say why but the feeling was undeniably there both in her dreams and her waking hours. This was the third night in a row that she had had that dream. It was a dream that she had had on and off most of her life; but she could never understand what caused its reoccurrence.  Its origins were a mystery just like her comb. The comb was a symbol of wealth and status everything Lea did not have in her life. For as long as she could remember she had always had it and no one had ever bothered to take it from her. She kept the comb in her hair from her waking hours until dusk. She never took it off except to sleep and kept it close at had just incase someone might try to steal it in the dead of night. No one had dared try, not in the nineteen years she’d been at Lord Carew’s manor and before that, before that she had nothing. No memories, no recollections, and no flashbacks. The only thing she had from her past was this comb and dreams of the sea.

Lea sighed heavily and shook the sleep from her body letting it adjust to wakefulness. She stretched trying to get out kinks that never seemed to go away. She was always sore from sleeping on her lumpy hay filled mattress. Her back gave a creak in protest but it did nothing to relieve the pain or stiffness of her body. Giving up, she plaited her long russet hair before pinning it back with her pearl comb. Then she set about her morning routine of vainly trying to sponge bathe with frigid well water and the sliver of soap she had left. She made quick work of that shivering through the process as fast as possible. She then dressed in her day clothes. The ones she wore for household chores and went upstairs to find Mrs. Asher who was the life-blood that kept the manor running. Mrs. Asher was a short impeccably dressed woman whose grey hair was always in a tight restrictive bun with not a wisp out of place. Her outer appearance reflected her personality, uptight and no nonsense. Despite all-that Lea had a soft spot for the old woman and Mrs. Asher returned the affection in her own way. Mrs. Asher was the only mother figure Lea had ever known and Mrs. Asher treated her as a member of the family, albeit in a fairly distant fashion, but that was just her way.

“Lea,” Mrs. Asher’s lips twitched into an almost smile as Lea entered the main hall. Lea beamed at her. “You’re on kitchen duty till noon and then you are in charge of tidying up the chorus room. Broom, mop, and bucket will be there waiting for you. Lord Carew also wanted me to remind you that you will be singing for some of his guests tonight.” Mrs. Asher’s lips twisted as she said Lord Carew’s name. The closest she would ever get to showing any disapproval for her employer. Lea understood Mrs. Asher’s aversion to Lord Carew. He was an awful snob who treated his staff like slaves rather than trained professionals. He also had a horrible habit of ogling the young female employees even going as far as doing it in front of his honored guests. Lea did not care for the man at all. She was bidding her time, squirreling away money until she had enough to buy herself a passage on the first available ship out of town though it would be hard to leave the only home she had ever known.

“Yes ma’am!” Lea gave Mrs. Asher a salute and the old woman rolled her eyes affectionately before shooing Lea out of the room. Lea quickly descended to the kitchen galley and spent her morning dicing carrots, slicing onions, and preparing the roast duck for tonight’s dinner. Lea did not mind kitchen work but she was looking forward to her afternoon cleaning the chorus room. When she cleaned alone in that room she was able to surround herself in her favorite element without any prying eyes or distractions.  Lea kept her eye on the clock as the morning ticked on and the second the hands hit twelve she was whipping off her apron and jolting up the stairs. It was a few flights climb to the floor where the music wing was located but Lea was barely out of breath when she hit the landing. She could feel her face shift into a beaming smile as she contemplated a whole afternoon among the instruments. Some time to sing for her own pleasure while she worked rather than the pleasure of Lord Carew and his pretentious guests. With those dreams in mind she flung open the doors to the chorus room excited to start, but stopped short when she heard the haunting sound of the piano forte echoing through the room. 


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