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  Bride of the Traitor

  A Prophecy of Sisters Novel

  Hayley Faiman

  HAYLEY FAIMAN BOOKS, LLC

  Contents

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  Words and Phrases of Bunafi

  Geography of Bunafi

  Animals of Bunafi

  The Prophecy

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Epilogue

  Bride of the Warrior

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Epilogue

  Stay Connected

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  BRIDE OF THE TRAITOR

  Copyright © 2020 by Hayley Faiman

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Men of Baseball Series—

  Pitching for Amalie

  Catching Maggie

  Forced Play for Libby

  Sweet Spot for Victoria

  Russian Bratva Series—

  Owned by the Badman

  Seducing the Badman

  Dancing for the Badman

  Living for the Badman

  Tempting the Badman

  Protected by the Badman

  Forever my Badman

  Betrothed to the Badman

  Chosen by the Badman

  Bought by the Badman

  Collared by the Badman

  Notorious Devils MC—

  Rough & Rowdy

  Rough & Raw

  Rough & Rugged

  Rough & Ruthless

  Rough & Ready

  Rough & Rich

  Rough & Real

  Cash Bar Series—

  Laced with Fear

  Chased with Strength

  Flamed with Courage

  Blended with Pain

  Twisted with Chaos

  Mixed with Trouble

  SAVAGE BEAST MC –

  UnScrew Me

  UnBreak Me

  UnChain Me

  UnLeash Me

  UnTouch Me-Summer 2020

  Unfit Hero Series –

  CONVICT

  HERO

  FRAUD

  KILLER

  Zanetti Famiglia Series -

  Becoming the Boss

  Becoming his Mistress

  Becoming his Possession

  Becoming the Street Boss-Summer 2020

  The Prophecy of Sisters

  Bride of the Traitor

  Esquire Black Duet Series –

  DISCOVERY

  APPEAL

  Forbidden Love Series —

  Personal Foul

  Kinetic Energy

  Standalone Titles

  Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale

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  Life is just a journey.

  Princess Diana

  Words and Phrases of Bunafi

  Sard – Fuck

  Intercurse – Intercourse/Sex

  Anchovy – Insulting word for vagina

  Diddeys – Slang for Breasts

  Fopdoodle- When someone is up their own ass.

  Jobbernowl – Idiot

  Queynte – Vagina/pussy

  Tallywags – Testicles

  Wimble – Slang for penis

  Chancery – Office

  Frauenhaus – Brothel

  Geography of Bunafi

  Bunafi – Country

  Aerilon – Capital of Bunafi

  Kelna – City

  Irragin – City

  Beallenau – City

  Llyne – Bordering country

  Animals of Bunafi

  Elephant Bird – Flightless bird, similar to an ostrich.

  Arion – Greek mythological large horse, with wings that can speak.

  The Prophecy

  Four sisters.

  Four sisters will be born. They are not of this world.

  Four sisters who are born of the same mother and father, yet do not share the same appearance. They are the only ones of their kind in the entire universe. Across our world and all others.

  Four sisters will marry and love the fiercest warriors from all four corners of our world. Once all four relationships are consummated, the events foretold in the prophecy will be set in motion, becoming unstoppable.

  If the four sisters come together once their fate has been sealed, they will absorb all of the powers this world holds.

  Four sisters will be the most powerful creatures in this world. It is not known if this will be used for good or evil.

  The future is uncertain and unknown if these sisters gather together in our world. Only the fates know what the final outcome will be.

  Prologue

  SYBILLA

  A chill ran over my body as I started walking faster toward my apartment. I usually avoid this route home. It’s riddled with vivid memories. None of them good. All of them about my ex. It’s a drizzling, dreary day, not that it’s different from any other day of the year. Portland isn’t really known for its bright sunshine days, anyway.

  Licking my lips, I reach for the handle of my building
and slip inside. My phone rings in my pocket as I approach my door and I quickly take it out, glancing at the name on my caller ID. I shouldn’t be surprised to see that it’s Drusilla, my youngest sister.

  “Hello?” I greet, sliding my key into the lock and opening the door.

  “You sound funny,” she announces.

  Closing and locking the door behind me, I grunt. “I just got home from work. It’s cold and raining.”

  She snorts. “You just described every day in that city. Why don’t you move to Florida with me? A condo just went up for sale two doors down from mine. We could be neighbors,” she squeals.

  My little sister is the epitome of a happy blonde cheerleader. I don’t know how we’re even related. I have dark blonde hair, really, it’s more brown than anything, but I’m living in denial. Even when I’m happy, I don’t bounce around as much as she does. She’s got to be the happiest person I know.

  “I’ll think about it,” I lie.

  “He’s not coming back, please, move here and start over. You need a change,” she says.

  Her voice is less excited and oddly serious. It’s not like her, and I narrow my eyes as I sink down on my sofa. Pressing my lips together, I wonder exactly what is up with her. I don’t ask, she wouldn’t tell me.

  Dru may be a happy cheerleader, but she’s also a closed book. She keeps her personal life extremely closed off to the rest of us. I’m one of four girls, I have two older sisters, then Dru is the baby. We’re all close, but we’ve all chosen jobs that have us spread out across the states.

  “I don’t want him back,” I lie again.

  There’s a moment of silence before I hear Dru release a heavy sigh. “Think about it. Seriously, think about it. He’s a loser and you deserve someone magical.”

  Pressing my lips together, I shake my head. “Magic doesn’t exist, Dru. Sometimes we have to settle for adequate.”

  “You should never have to settle, and not for adequate. Ever.”

  We talk for a few more minutes, then I come up with an excuse to hang up. Even if Dru doesn’t buy it, she allows it, with a promise to call her in a few days. I agree before I lie down on my sofa and curl up into a ball.

  Staring at my powered off television, I wonder if she could be right?

  Could there be something magical out there?

  For me?

  ELIAS

  I stare at my father lying in his coffin, in the middle of his self-built tomb. Apparently being buried with the rest of the kings and queens of our country wasn’t good enough for the traitorous bastard.

  He was just that too. A traitor. Not only to his crown, but to his country and to me. Licking my lips, I wonder if anyone is going to visit him or can I just have him buried beneath the stone and be done with it?

  “Elias, Your Majesty,” a voice calls out.

  Turning my head, I look to see my father’s head of counsel standing at the mouth of the tomb entrance. He has his hands folded in front of himself, his head tipped, but his eyes are on me.

  “We must plan the coronation, Your Highness,” he calls out softly.

  I grunt in annoyance. “Would this land truly accept a traitor’s son on the throne?” I ask.

  His body jerks back from my words and he takes a step toward me, but moves no farther. “It is your duty, Your Majesty.”

  “Duty.” I snort as my gaze drifts back to my father. “Duty is the only reason I do not ride with my soldiers and leave this hell.”

  Turning my back on my father, I lift my hand, my eyes focused on the counsel. “Bury him.”

  Without another word, I leave the tomb. It’s time to take my rightful place on the throne. The son of a traitor, a tarnished reputation before I’ve even begun. It is time for me to rule people who hate my family’s legacy.

  It is time for me to be swallowed by the depths of hell in the name of duty.

  Chapter One

  ONE MONRTH LATER

  ELIAS

  “You must choose a bride,” Cornwall, my head of counsel, demands.

  I hear Merek chuckle deeply behind me. He is my closest friend, my cousin by blood, my brother in battle. He can also sard off. With a growl, I push the sheaf of papers away from me.

  Tilting my head to the side, I press my lips together. “I mustn’t. I’m the King, focusing on my country, which already doesn’t trust a single bone in my body. I do not have time to take a wife.”

  “You must produce an heir, and quickly. It is essential to your position.”

  “By gods bones, Cornwall. I do not want a wife,” I snap.

  Merek takes a step closer to my side. He’s looking at me, but I know that he will not utter a single word in front of Cornwall, for I know that he does not trust the man. How can he be trusted? He was counsel to my father, a traitor to his crown and country. A traitor to me, to my men and their families.

  “That is all Cornwall,” I say, lifting my hand, dismissing the man.

  He opens his mouth to speak, but my gaze is trained on his and I hope it is clear that this conversation is over.

  “Think on it, Your Highness. Think on a wife, on creating an heir.”

  Without saying anything else, he stands and leaves the room. Rowan and Henry open then close the doors behind him, moving to set the wooden lock in place so that nobody can bother us. I am now surrounded by my men, men that I trust wholeheartedly.

  “Speak freely, Merek, I know that you have been patiently waiting to insert your opinion on the matters at hand.”

  There’s a moment of silence, but I wait because I know that Merek has something to say. As my first cousin and my highest-ranking officer, he has my ear. I trust him more than I trust anybody else in this world.

  “As much as I detest agreeing with Cornwall,” he spits. “You need to take a wife, even if you only lay with her to produce an heir and then send her away. Your throne must be secured.”

  Rowan and Henry both cough and avoid my gaze. I know that Merek is right. I know what I need to do, but I am loathe to actually go through with it. As King, I cannot just marry whomever I wish. The marriage must be political, and gods bones, but I despise politics.

  “There are several prospects. What about Lady Rose of Kelna?”

  Henry makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds much like a horse’s neigh. “Speak freely, Rowan and Henry, it’s just the brotherhood right now,” I grunt.

  “I’m sorry to tell you, but Lady Rose’s face resembles that of your stallion, Storm,” Henry says, his voice even and calm, his eyes focused on my own.

  Lifting my hand to my eyes, I drag it down the rest of my face with a groan. “I have a feeling most of the Ladies will have similar attributes,” I mumble.

  “Lucky to be the King, you can bed any maiden on the side.” Rowan grins.

  “Yes, lucky,” I snort.

  Merek’s hand claps down on my shoulder and his fingers squeeze. “You do not need to decide today. Send for several prospects, put them up in the castle, see which one you can live with.”

  Nodding, I must admit that it is not a terrible idea. There are only a handful of Ladies in this part of the world that fit the criteria to become my betrothed anyway.

  My father honestly should have found one decades ago, but for some misguided reason, he didn’t. Perhaps he was too busy bedding any woman that would spread her legs for him to think about the future.

  Now it is up to me to forge an alliance, save my country, create an heir, and try not to be miserable as I do all of the above.

  “Send a missive. I want all of them here.”

  “Are you going to throw a gala?” Merek asks with clear laughter in his voice.

  “Apparently,” I grumble.

  All three men are unable to hide their laughter at my expense. “Bring on the Ladies’ maids,” Rowan crows.

  “You bastards,” I snap.

  Their laughter turns into loud howling guffaws at my expense and I can’t help but join in. It feels good, laughing with my b
rothers again. I’ve missed this, with all of the stress of the past four weeks, I have missed my life before. When everything was simpler. When I simply led the best knights of the land.

  “Your Majesty,” a woman cries with a pounding on the door.

  Rowan and Henry unsheathe their swords before they unlock and wrench the heavy wooden doors open. The woman standing before the double doors bustles into the room and I blink at the sight of her.

  She’s wearing a long, faded, worn, dull-colored dress. Her white hair is in a messy wild pile on top of her head and her bright-blue eyes are focused on me and me only.

  “Your Highness.” She bows.