A Kingdom of Iron & Wine : New Adult Fantasy Romance (The Ironworld Series Book 1)

by Candace Osmond

  A Kingdom of Iron & Wine

  The Ironworld Series

  Book One

  by

  Candace Osmond

  Copyright © 2021 Candace Osmond

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN-13: 978-1-988159-98-0

  First Edition

  Digital Version

  Cover Design by Majeau Designs

  The characters, places, and events portrayed in this book are completely fiction and are in no way meant to represent real people or places. Although the province of Nova Scotia is an existing location, the use of it in the book is for fictional purposes and not meant to depict true historical accuracy.

  Table of Contents

  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

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Prologue

  “Just like the moon, she had a side of her so dark that even the stars couldn’t shine on it. So cold that even the sun wouldn’t dare burn against it.” - Unknown

  I tipped my head back and closed my eyes as cool night air floated in through the open window of my stone-cased study. It caressed the back of my throat, mixed with the inhale of my cigar. And that’s when I could smell her coming. Could see her in my mind for hours now. The young Summer Fae traipsing through the Dark Forest in search of me. How valiant she was to brave all that the wretched forest offered. None of it pleasant. For a Summer Fae, anyway.

  But this one endured.

  Children of Summer rarely ventured this far. To my fortress of stone and glass and darkness. A Dark Lord’s home. But this one reeked of sunshine and desperation. She needed me.

  The lovely creature was just a few yards away now. With a gentle squeeze of my hand, I gripped the fabric of everything around me and left the comforts of my study to appear just outside the front door. To greet her. I could smell the burn of the sun carried by whiffs of cherries from the black cherry trees that thickly lined my side of the forest.

  She emerged from it, covered in dark splotches of red and purple. Only heightened by the stark, blood-red hair that hung down across the front of her torn, stained cotton dress. Her crazed eyes–like glittering emeralds–scanned and found me. And when her heaving body relaxed with relief, I realized… she was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.

  What corner of Summer did she crawl from?

  “Dark Lord,” she addressed, chin raised and still out of breath, but she fought to hide it.

  I stuffed a casual hand inside the broad pocket of my black coat as I flicked the last of my cigar into a murky puddle. “Oden is fine.” We sized one another up for a moment. She’d trespassed, and she knew it.

  I watched as her wide green eyes raked over me, scrutinizing every line. “You’re not what I expected.”

  “Oh?” I raised a curious brow, surprised by her audacity. “And what did you expect? A leather-winged monster? An old crony consumed by his own darkness?”

  She shook her head. I wanted to reach out and ring my finger through one of her blood-red locks that tipped the ends of her long hair. “I thought… I’d heard….” The female gestured up and down at my appearance. “I just wasn’t expecting…this. Tall and handsome, draped in black velvet. Hair like…”

  “Like what?” It’d been so long since someone stroked my ego. Was this a tactic? She’s clever, then.

  As if she could read my mind, her gaze lowered and narrowed. In an instant, she became a cunning and admirable foe. “White, like doves’ wings. As if… you’re trying too hard to appeal to me.”

  Did she know? That I could cut her half in the blink of an eye? Throw my darkness in a blade through the air and slice her in two, three, even four pieces if I wanted to. She was a trespasser. Albeit, she’d somehow survived the horrors of the Dark Forest. But I’d already let her stand in my domain longer than any other outsider ever dared. But something about this one spoke to me. Called to my darkness with questions and demands. And part of me wanted to give it to her.

  So, I changed the subject.

  “What brings you to this depth of hell?” I gently motioned a wave at the wall of thick trees behind her.

  “My sister has caught the eye of the Summer Lord.”

  Kheelan. I stifled a grumble. Pompous, warmonger.

  “They’re to be wed within the year,” she added.

  “And you wish to… steal him from her?” I asked.

  “No, no,” she replied and sucked in a deep breath. Her scent suddenly filled with a strained sense of love. She loved her sister, but jealousy consumed her. “I wish to… find my own love.”

  My eyes flashed a warning. “You won’t find that in my domain, dearie.”

  She straightened, her expression stark and cunning. Oh, she’d make a fine queen, indeed. “Won’t I?”

  “What is it you truly seek?” I demanded curtly. My patience was already waning.

  “I need…” The Summer Fae rapidly blinked through her thoughts, then clenched both fists at her sides. “I need a love potion.”

  I couldn’t hide my surprise. “A love potion, you say?” I turned and slowly paced in front of her. Testing how much my presence intimidated her. But she didn’t so much as flinch. “And what makes you think such a thing can be done?”

  She looked me firmly in the eyes and, for a split second, I saw madness there. A flicker of it. Waiting to be ignited. “I know it can.” She whipped a small knife from her belt and dragged the blade across her palm before turning it over.

  My eyes widened. “What are you–”

  Blood dripped to the earth at our feet. My earth. My domain.

  I didn’t bother hiding the annoyance in my sigh as I pinched the space between my eyes. “Where did you learn that?”

  The female shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. What does matter is you’re now bound to me. You must bid me one request.”

  Curse those ancient laws. Ridiculous binds and wards created by Therians that unfortunately could be used by Fae, as well. Our world was never the same once word spread of what could be done to us. To use us. Control us. It sickened me.

  “A love potion.” My back teeth grit together.

  She nodded with confidence. “A love potion.”

  I stared, unblinking. So did she. Could I use this to my advantage? She was a pretty thing, clearly a strong female. Powerful? That was yet to be determined. I kept my expression even. “I have conditions.”

  “Of course.”

  “I need to know who it’s intended to be used on.” A whiff of panic filled her scent, but she nodded. “And I require a bargain. To trade for the potion.”

  “I expected to pay,” she replied coldly. “Name your price.”

  I clucked my tongue. “So eager to get what you want that you’d blindly enter a bargain with a Dark Lord?”

  “Not blindly,” she replied and returned her dagger to its hilt. “I’ll hear y
our terms.”

  Her confidence was impressive. “First, I must know.” I continued pacing, leaving her to fill with anticipation. “Do you seek this potion truly for love? Or for power?”

  Again, her scent tinged the air with a burst of dread. But she held a lovely smile on her rounded face. “For love, of course.”

  “And the receiver of this potion?”

  She took in a long breath. “For the king.”

  “The Seelie King?” I balked. The audacity of such a thought. An inward groan turned over in my chest. I wished I’d thought of it. “You hope to woo the High King of this world? To what end?”

  Finally, she let a little of the tenor I could feel in her presence slip through, and a wicked grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Like I said, for love. I wish for him to fall madly in love with me so I may be his Queen, his equal.”

  A guffaw escaped from me. “You don’t know Orion too well to believe you’d be his equal or anything close to it. You’d be a trophy, at best.”

  “You let me handle that,” she replied so coolly I almost believed perhaps she could see the future. The certainty of which she held on to this plan of hers…it was admirable.

  But I was already growing tired of it. It was time to get what I wanted out of this. “Very well.” I stopped pacing and tucked my hands behind my back. “I’ll construct a love potion so strong Orion will grovel to his knees at first sight of you.” Her answering grin was so wicked it stirred a sleepy darkness in my gut. “In exchange for your first-born daughter.”

  Her face paled, and she stumbled back a step. “My…what?”

  I let my boredom show to hurry her mind along. “You heard me. A love potion in exchange for your first-born daughter.”

  Her gaze, laced with guilt, fell to the ground. “Why a daughter? Would any child do?”

  My fingers plucked at the single button that held my black jacket closed, and I sat on a large rock. “You see, I’m in the market for a Queen myself. You may keep her, raise her, but upon her eighteenth birthday, she’ll be mine.”

  She stared at me with pursed lips. “To what end?”

  I chuckled at the use of my own words. “What was it you said? For love?”

  She only hesitated a moment before offering a hand. “Deal.”

  “Just like that?” I pushed to my feet. “How desperate you are for power.” I closed the distance between us, let her scent envelop me. Lies, deceit, jealousy. She reeked of it all. I caressed a finger under her chin, and she lifted it to hold my stare. A formidable foe, she would become.

  The Summer Fae finally let the extent of her wickedness show through and spread across her parted crimson lips. “For love, you mean?”

  Oh, how this dance would prove worthy of my investment. “And for love, it shall be.”

  I stepped back and held out my hand. She glanced down at it and, for a fleeting moment, hesitated. Just as she moved to take it, I said, “One more condition.”

  She glared up at me from under her lowered brow. “The scales of this bargain are beginning to tip in your favor, Dark Lord.”

  “Just a simple request,” I replied. “Necessary for the bargain to hold.”

  Her eyes darted to my still-outstretched hand. “What, then?”

  “Your name.”

  Her fingers opened, and she reached for me with an unapologetic sneer. “Mabry.”

  Her soft hand slipped into mine, and I gripped it tightly, sealing the bargain in gold bands around our wrists. The tendrils of the bond crawled around our joined hands. Swirling up and around our arms until driven into both our chests with a hefty force. But it only seemed to ignite that madness I’d seen dormant in her soul only moments ago.

  “Mabry Solborn.”

  Chapter One

  Fortune favored the brave. Or something like that.

  I leaned against my Vespa as I turned the acceptance letter over and over in my hands–its paper yellowed, its edges weathered from months kicking around in my jacket pocket. I’d read the words a dozen times a day, every day, all summer long.

  Avery Quinn,

  We’re pleased to accept you into the Foundation Year at NSCAD.

  The rest of the letter didn’t matter. But those few words rang loudly in my mind for weeks now. I’d thought, perhaps, it would have sunk in by now. It would have felt…real. Felt…right.

  A muffled series of annoying beeps chimed from inside my pocket, and I pulled out my phone to find a text message.

  Did you tell her yet?

  A wave of nausea rolled over in my gut. I sighed and quickly texted my best friend back.

  No, not yet. Just about to.

  I folded the letter and slipped it back into its home inside my brown leather bomber before stuffing our mail under the seat. The old, rusted lock protested as I closed and secured our mailbox–one of many cubbies in the large green metal bin. But only about half had actually been claimed in our teeny community in the middle of nowhere. My phone beeped again, and I glanced at the screen as I swung a leg over my bike.

  I’ll be by later to clean up the carnage.

  I tapped at the buttons. Bitch.

  It only took her a second to reply. You love me.

  I groaned and shoved the device away before starting my bike. I got accepted to art school. My dreams were about to come true next week.

  So why hadn’t I told my aunt yet? Why hadn’t I told her I was leaving the safe countryside she so willfully shielded me with? I’d planned on telling her all summer long but just couldn’t find the words. They died in my throat. Every time. Now Summer had come and gone, and I left for the city with Julie on Monday. My phone beeped once again. But it was Aunt Tess this time.

  The last time I checked, the mailbox wasn’t in Russia.

  Her not-so-subtle way of letting me know I was taking too long. If she got nervous when I went to get the mail, a mere five-minute drive, she’d surely lose her mind when she found out I was moving to the city in a few days. A city she fought all my life to keep me away from. I secured my helmet and sped off down the narrow dirt road that led to my aunt’s cottage with a deep sigh.

  I passed the half a dozen properties lining the old road, each a different variant of the next. A bungalow. A clothesline weighed down by clean sheets. A dog running around the front yard. Small farm animals in the back. Acres and acres of untouched land stretched out behind them all. A tiny, quiet piece of heaven tucked away in the country, just barely an hour outside Halifax. As beautiful and peaceful as it was to grow up in the country, it sometimes felt like a prison, especially under Tess’ roof.

  I loved my aunt dearly. She was good and kind. She’d given me everything I could have ever wanted. But Tess moved through life with a heavy blanket of fear draped over her back. Always seeing the potential risks in everything. And I mean everything.

  As the last of the houses disappeared, I knew I was nearing home. Tess’ stunning but modest cottage nestled in the trees. Built of rocks of every shape and color, topped with a thatched roof and wonky windows cookie-cut from the sides. It was like something out of a fairy tale.

  The heavy scent of Satsuma and lilacs filled my nose as I slowed down the pebbled driveway that led to the front door. A giant, ornate thing carved of wood. Tess made her living as a landscaper, but she was something else entirely. Growing and maintaining the lush rainforest-looking property was a feat in itself, but successfully growing a Mandarin tree in Eastern Canada was like some kind of magic. She just had that green thumb with everything. I’d confidently say there was nothing Tess couldn’t grow.

  After fetching the mail, I left my helmet on the seat and entered the house. I could hear her in the kitchen before I could see her. The smell of breakfast and coffee saturated the air, and I willed myself to calm as I tossed the pile of sales flyers on the table.

  “Anything good?” she asked. Her long blonde hair was tucked back in a single braid that hung down her back as she flipped pancakes over in a pan. She glanced at me from
over her shoulder.

  I smiled and sat down. “Nah, just a bunch of junk.”

  Her eyes darted to the table but not at the pile of mail. I noticed then a second smaller pile. I picked through the papers. Pamphlets. For online schools. My heart squeezed with panic.

  “What’s this?”

  Tess took the pan from the stove and walked over to where I sat. She slipped a few pancakes onto an empty plate. “Just some brochures for online college classes.” I gawked at her as she returned the pan to the stove and began adding more batter to it. “I thought, with September around the corner, you might want to check them out. See if any interest you. I hear there’s great–”

  “I’m moving to the city.” The words blurted from my mouth as if with a mind of their own. Panic fettered in my chest. I stared at my aunt, who stood as still as a statue in the kitchen.

  Her wild, mossy green eyes sparkled as she stared back at me. “Over my dead body.”

  “Tess!”

  She slammed the pan on the back burner. “Avery.” She leaned forward and gripped the edge of the counter. “Don’t even joke about something like that.”

  It’s not a joke,” I said. “I applied to NSCAD months ago. I got my acceptance letter back in March.”

  “March?” Her face went tight. “It’s August! When were you planning to tell me?”

  I slunk down in my chair. “Pretty much now?”

  Tess began nervously chewing at her lip as she paced the tiny tiled space of her olive-green kitchen. “How? Why?” She stopped and looked at me. “When?”

  I took in a deep breath. I’d been dreading this moment for so long. “Julie got into St. Mary’s. It… it made me realize I don’t want to stay here. In the country. I want to go to the city, with her, experience… more.”