Aliana Fagan has done what many thought impossible: she’s awakened King Arthur from his fifteen-hundred-year sleep, reunited the Knights of the Round Table, and even beaten Mordrid and Morgana LeFay in battle.
But the Destined One’s quest has only begun.
Before the knights can "unearth and reclaim their lost relics" they must survive the trip to Charleston, South Carolina and meet the newest member of the Round Table. If King Arthur’s men thought Aliana and Lacy were tenacious, they'll be even more surprised by Dawn, the third member of the fem-trio.
Deadly secrets, unexpected allies, and a traitor lurking in the shadows await Aliana and the new Round Table as they continue their search for Excalibur. Their only clue is a beyond confusing poem from a mysterious book that speaks of a terrifying creature guarding the legendary sword. Trying to build a somewhat normal relationship with Sir Galahad adds a whole new level of complexity to Aliana’s task, especially when several among them suspect the White Knight may not be wholly himself. Her friendship with King Arthur grows closer, and when circumstances become intense, he may finally get the chance with Aliana that he’s been pining for.
Mysteries, legendary quests, and haunting memories will either unite the members of the New Round Table or fracture their bonds. Aliana and her crew only have seven months before the planets align and Mordrid can seize the power he needs to conquer the seven realms. Can the Destined One keep her new family together and lead Arthur to his destiny of saving the realms? Or will a centuries-old plot for revenge finally spell the king’s end?
She stopped just outside her mother’s old music room and listened to the notes as they floated through the small space where the door was cracked open. Whoever was playing was very gifted. The more she listened to the beautiful song, the more she heard the underlying sadness to it. The music flowed around her, telling a story of heartbreaking love and aching loneliness. Tears pricked at her eyes. Aliana had to know who was so hurt, so she peeked through the opening. Her eyes landed on the profile of a raven-haired man with a lean build. He swayed as he played with his face turned away from her. He slowly turned forward. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly tilted down, his face etched with sorrow and solitude. A single tear slid down his cheek as he started the song again. How could Lancelot be in so much pain without everyone here knowing?
His head snapped up, his pale green eyes burning with uncontrolled anger, rooting Aliana where she stood. “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” He shoved the piano bench back as he stood.
“I…” Aliana stammered as he advanced on her. His body moved with the lethal grace of a jungle cat. He crossed the room in a flash, yanking the door open and roughly grabbing Aliana’s arm. He viciously yanked her into the room, nearly pulling her off her feet completely.
“Why are you spying on me?” he demanded, still gripping her arm, pulling her so close she could practically feel the rage rolling off him.
“I wasn’t… I was… I heard music,” Aliana tried to explain, but her words tied themselves on her tongue.
“Answer me Destined One! What the bloody hell do you think gives you license to spy on me?”
Arthur looked animated and happy. This was a side of him she only saw during their dancing lessons. She didn’t even try to hide her delight as she pressed play. Christina Perri’s entrancing voice filled the air around them as they got into position. Arthur placed his right hand at her waist while she put her left hand on his arm. Their shoulders squared and their free hands clasped in the air. Effortlessly, Arthur led her in the first few steps of the dance. The sand shifted beneath them as his steps grew bolder and he guided her across their small section of the beach.
His face lit with a warm smile, and mirth danced in his eyes. Aliana giggled as he lifted her in the air with a twirl, her gauzy skirt catching the moonlight like a glittering net. As her feet touched the ground, she saw a faint shadow dancing with them under the clear brightness of the moon. She lost herself in the dance, in the music, and in his company.
Arthur twirled her around then pulled her close, pressing her back to his chest. One of his hands spread on her hip while the other held hers as they swayed for a few beats. His breath tickled her neck. He spun her out again with the cresting music, and they took up their beginning position again. Several beats later, he wrapped his arm around her waist, stiffened the arm that held her hand, and lifted her in the air. Her left leg hooked out as he twirled them around in several circles. The photographer in her marveled at what they must look like: a couple sharing a secret dance, her dress shimmering with moonlight, his strong body guiding her easily. Arthur was such a good partner and leader that it was easy to follow him. They swayed together and glided over the sand as the song carried into the next verse.
Aliana became a bit breathless at feeling the heat of his body through his cotton shirt. It enveloped her whenever he pulled her close. The coolness of the night air sent a flush over her cheeks and a slight shiver down her spine. Or maybe it was all because of Arthur.
Something passed between them when they danced, even more so now under the beautiful moon. Their shadows stretched and danced beside them as they moved. It was a dance worthy of a romantic fairy tale—worthy of a king and the lady he cared about.
Titania descended the stage as they approached. “I’m pleased to see all of you here tonight.” Her eyes settled on Aliana rather than the former king of Camelot.
“Like we had much of a choice,” Lacy muttered. “We were all but kidnapped by Puck.” Galahad cleared his throat and shot Lacy a warning look.
Titania raked her gaze over Lacy. Her face showed no sign of annoyance, but somehow Aliana knew the queen wasn’t pleased with her smart-mouthed friend. “I believe you were on your way here before Puck brought you to my palace, yes?”
“We weren’t looking for your city, per say,” Galahad told her. “But we were hoping to find information to help us find the Dragon Silzik. Or possibly a clue regarding Excalibur’s location.”
“We know my sword is here on the Isle of the Blessed,” Arthur said as soon as Galahad finished. “What we don’t know is where it hides.”
Titania nodded slightly, her calculating gaze slipping between the king and Galahad. “Such information does not come cheaply, dear king.” Her gaze flicked to Aliana’s new gauntlet. “And I’ve already given you one mighty gift without receiving anything in exchange.”
Aliana clenched her fist, feeling the glove pull and slide over her flesh as she did. If Titania had wanted something for it, why didn’t she say anything earlier?
“What price would you ask for the information?” Arthur asked.
“I would ask two things,” Titania said, taking a gold and jewel-encrusted goblet that a servant handed her. “I would ask a sword for a sword. Should you claim Excalibur, you would give me the sword that the Lady of the Lake gave you.”
Arthur nodded his acceptance, but Aliana wondered why Titania had chosen such a simple thing. She reflected on the strange jewels that decorated the Elf blade, but her thoughts were interrupted when Arthur spoke. “And the second?” he asked.
The queen took a long drink from her goblet before answering. “The second is a task I would ask of the Destined One.”
Aliana gulped as her friends all shifted a fraction closer to her. Galahad tried to tug her closer to his body but Aliana stood firmly on her own. She hadn’t shown Titania weakness in the cave when she’d freed Arthur. She couldn’t do so now. “What do you want me to do?”
The queen looked at Galahad, and Aliana swore she saw frosty contempt for her knight in the queen’s emerald eyes. “At a time of my choosing,” she finally said, “I will tell you of the task I have in mind and you must complete it.”
“Your Majesty…” Arthur said.
“Deal,” Aliana said over Arthur’s words. The queen grinned wickedly, and Aliana ignored the sharp, reproachful looks from the guys and the hard pinch to her side from Lacy.
“Aliana—” Owen started, but Titania silenced him with a glare.
“The bargain is struck,” the queen declared, looking to Arthur.
Book #1 Legendary
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Legendary is a story I've had in head for years. The idea came to me during an english project about you guessed it- Arthurian legends. My teacher was against web research and allowed us to use textbooks only. I discovered different ways to spell the characters names, including Mordred. There are five spelling variations that I found, and I chose to use one that is much less known: Mordrid. Other names I kept the same, and some I changed for the sake of the story. My reason for changing the names and/or spellings is this: my Knights of the Round Table, their enemies and allies are very different from what people are used to. I don't want to offend Arthurian purists and the "Arthurian legend/history." Legendary is pure fiction, straight from my imagination. I took some liberties with the different stories and incarnations. I changed the things I didn't like to the way I wanted them to be. I changed things to make them my own creation and tell you a new story. Hence Legendry’s summary "everything she thought she knew about Arthurian legends was wrong."
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