When Snow Falls

<p><br></p><p>Book 3 in the Obligates of ��rta Series!</p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>An epic steamy and inclusive fated mates to why choose</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>romantasy where a Chosen Woman travels to a temple to do good for her world but ends up getting it good instead....</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Momma/Mother-in-law </strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> </strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> She's gone. </strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> 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.</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> </span><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> 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? </strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> I am full of anger imbued with grief and I'm not used to feeling this way. </strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> 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.</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> 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. </strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> 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. </strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> (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.)</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>We hope you are well</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>His Highness Ambrose Burchard</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Berra Odel Ricard Heir to </strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>the Throne of Monwyn Commander</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>of His Majesties Navy</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And your incensed brat of a daughter Eira</strong></p><p><br></p>