Eastern (Elven Tribes)

Eastern (Elven Tribes)

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Kenna was born to a whore. Her mother, Keira, was freed by Kenna's father-a man with the same hair and eyes as the daughter he doesn't know exists. She grew up with two choices-become a prostitute like her younger sisters eventually did, or use her beauty and innate reflexes to become a gladiator in the ring. She chose the latter. Sixty years after she made her choice, Kenna hasn't changed. She still possesses the same youthful body, her hair and eyes undimmed by age while her mercenary brother's life is catching up with him. Armed with her name, Kenna Bloodsun, and the reputation that comes along with it, Kenna leaves the ring and joins her brother's company of mercenaries for some fun. And that's all it is-fun-until they're set against the enemies Tahjit was hired by the human royalty to wipe out, and instead, it is her brother's company that perishes before the armies of the High Prince of the East, Gage Deathrider. For it's said that those who ride against the Elven High Prince of the Eastern Plains will pay the price, and Kenna is captured instead of slain when her Elven heritage makes itself known. Even though she carried the blood of a noble in her veins, the blood of a highly respected warrior elf, she is a slave. So Gage's small kindnesses-such as teaching her to shoot a bow, or to ride an elven horse, even sparing Tahjit's short, human life-confuse her, and pulls her close to an elf she would rather die than care for. But her ordeals are not over. Her youngest brother Sammiel has organized his own company of mercenaries and taken his seized brother Tahjit's place as the leader of the Bloodsun sell-swords and is determined to recover his lost sister and captured brother. The land is changing. Elves are being repressed by the fast-breeding humans, and Kenna must choose who she will fight for-the man she hates, or the only race she's ever known.
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