Installment 3 of the Obligates of Ærta Series, an Epic, Steamy, Fated-Mates to Why-Choose Saga!

This is a darker tale that includes mf, mm and mfm situations.

"Momma/Mother-in-law,

She's gone.

She stands upon the Arbiter, awaiting judgment. Your dearest friend no longer walks the soil because of something as insignificant as my existence, my divine destiny, if you can call it that.

You raised me to believe that, even in the most difficult of times, if I looked for joy-truly sought it-I would find it, punctuating the seemingly endless dark. But what if I've decided to embrace the night-to walk the path of the shadows?

I am full of anger, imbued with grief, and I'm not used to feeling this way.

"Will anger sustain you, Eira? Will it solve your problem?" I can hear you even now. And I know the answer is no, Momma. But ending the man who ripped my heart from my chest, stole the very air from my lungs, would give me an almost tangible sense of fulfillment.

The thought of retribution allows me to keep living-that and... the men I have chosen to love-one who is undoubtedly the sexiest beast to walk the Goddess's creation. The other who is an angry little man with questionable hygiene and not an iota of fashion sense.

My husband, Ambrose, pins this missive as I am unable to do so. He says, "He would like to meet you relatively soon to assess my future skin care needs."

(Eira has become irrationally angry as I refuse to begin a new parchment. She feels my concerns are unimportant, which is highly offensive. I will see that she remains healthy, give her snacks, and when my brother returns, he can park his ship in her harbor a few times, and her boil should reduce to a simmer.)

We hope you are well,

His Highness, Ambrose Burchard

Berra Odel Ricard, Heir to

the Throne of Monwyn, Commander

of His Majesties Navy.

And your incensed brat of a daughter, Eira"