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Mystic’s Touch
Dena Garson
Blush sensuality level: This is a sensual romance (may have explicit love scenes, but not erotic in frequency or type).
When Prince Ceros returns home to take his place on the throne, he falls prey to a mysterious malady that leaves him unable to speak or move, though his thoughts and awareness remain intact. Danet, a talented healer, realizes the prince is alert inside his body. The two are able to share thoughts telepathically. Unfortunately her connection with Ceros may bring unwanted attention to her abilities and result in her banishment from the city.
Their unique bond grows as Danet races to find a remedy for the prince’s condition. Desire turns to love, which makes Danet fear for their future when he awakens. They seek out the villain attempting to take the throne and endeavor to find a way to stay together.
Inside Scoop: Ceros’ secret shifter status adds complication and intrigue to their budding romance.
A Blush® fantasy romance from Ellora’s Cave
Mystic’s Touch
Dena Garson
Dedication
To my mom, who has always been my biggest fan. She’s told me, “You can do anything you put your mind to,” since I was learning to walk. And by golly, she was right! Love ya, Mom!
Acknowledgement
I need to send a big thank you to Jennifer Schmidlin for her critiques, suggestions and calming words. Whenever I feel like I’m going off the tracks and taking my manuscript with me, she’s able to show me that no, I just need to take a little step to the left. *hugz*
Okay…saving the rest of my gushing for later.
Chapter One
Massive yellow paws pounded into the hot desert sand as he ran. His heart beat a rhythm in his ears and kept him moving toward his destination. Behind him, sand as far as the eye could see was marked with his passage, allowing the man on horseback to follow without being seen.
Neither the reflection of the dual suns on the white sand nor the heat radiating around him stopped the creature.
The goal was too important.
A hazy spot appeared on the horizon. The creature altered his course slightly and doubled his efforts. The spot grew with each ridge he crossed until it shifted and took shape. A tree emerged from one side of the creature’s vision.
He crossed another dune and detected color in the distance. Greens and blues.
As more dunes were conquered, the almost indistinguishable tree became a cluster of palms. Nearby were a few other plants and a pool of water.
Yet another ridge was crossed.
The creature slowed not far from his goal, but within easy sight. When he crested the largest mound he stopped at its pinnacle. As he stood atop his chosen platform, blue eyes scanned the horizon for prey or enemy. His breath seemed to be taken more for scent than as a result of his race across the sand. When seemingly satisfied with what lay before him, the creature descended.
Cresting the next sandy mound in place of the creature was a man. His face and body were darkened from the suns. His golden hair glistened, much the way the creature’s had. The linen wrappings he wore did little to hide his masculine form. The only testaments to his station were the golden bands bearing the king’s seal wrapped around his upper arms and the royal-purple sash around his waist.
Muscles rippled gracefully as he marched over the final ridge then into the shadiest area of the oasis. His sandals were silent as he strode toward the glistening pool. The only warning of his arrival to the small party waiting there was the sudden unease of their steeds.
“My prince.”
A man dressed in robes the color of wine dropped to his knees, his head bowed deeply. Behind him, four others, dressed similarly, dropped to their knees and mumbled a greeting. Only one man remained standing.
“Cousin. At last you made it.” The standing man crossed the span between them to clasp forearms with the prince.
“Aleric. Good to see you,” Prince Ceros greeted his cousin coolly.
“Don’t tell me you ran all the way from Shirghada.” Aleric frowned. “And alone, no less.”
“No,” Ceros said with a slight grin. “I am not so foolish, Cousin. My escort is just beyond the third dune.”
Aleric looked in the direction the prince had come as if to judge whether or not he spoke the truth.
“You doubt me?”
“Of course not,” Aleric said smoothly. “I was merely trying to judge how far they had to travel so we could leave as soon as they arrive.” He quickly added, “Assuming that they will be traveling on to Licosia, that is.”
Ceros simply nodded. “Who have you brought with you, cousin? I assume by their robes they are members of the council.”
Aleric made the introductions to the three council members. As he finished, a solitary man appeared at the edge of the oasis. He was similar in age and build to the prince but with dark hair on his head and chest. The sword strapped to his back marked him as a soldier. The beads that hung from the single braid in his hair indicated he was a high-ranking, decorated warrior.
Everyone went silent when they noticed him.
“Ah, Gehiji.” The prince walked away from the group to greet the newcomer. He said a few things to the warrior before returning with him. “Gehiji Talasona has been a close friend for many years. He is to be paid all respect and courtesy due an honored guest.”
“Of course,” Aleric once again spoke for all of them.
The men tipped their heads and murmured greetings.
Once the courtesies were completed, the prince turned to Aleric. “Have my sisters arrived?”
“They have. When we left, they were enclosed with the queen.”
“Good. And what of Mother? How is she handling the news?”
“As to be expected of a queen. She grieves, but she may be counted on to maintain a strong front for the people of Licosia.”
Ceros nodded. “What preparations have been made so far?”
“You mother insisted we wait until you arrived to light the funeral pyre. She felt it was your right and your honor to send your father on his journey to the afterworld.”
Ceros nodded again. “Are there others to escort us to the palace?”
“No, my prince. Just the council elders.”
Ceros grunted. “Let us be off then.”
“You do not require refreshment before we go?”
“No. I am anxious to see Mother.” He glanced at the four council members who had made use of the limited shade nearby. “If they require rest, we will continue on unescorted.”
“Oh.” Aleric glanced to where the other council members stood. “I believe we can be ready to return as you do.”
“Fine.”
“We brought extra mounts in case yours were weary.”
“Thank you. I believe I will take you up on that offer.” He looked to Gehiji, who shook his head. “Gehiji will continue to ride his own.”
“As you wish.” Aleric bowed his head respectfully. “Oh, one other thing.”
Ceros paused expectantly.
“We brought the ceremonial headdress for you to wear as you enter Licosia. The council felt it would be good for people to be able to recognize you and know that you have returned.” He shrugged. “After all, you’ve been away for many rotations of the suns.”
“I know, but I didn’t want to create a scene with my return.” He grimaced. “Are you certain the headdress is necessary?”
“I’m afraid so.”
Ceros nodded.
Aleric gestured for one of the servants to step forward. The servant carried a wood box covered with elaborate carvings.
Ceros groaned as soon as he saw it.
With great ceremony, Aleric removed the polished metal. Sunlight reflected off the rounded side and point. Other than its tall, elongated shape, it was a fairly simple crown. Ceros often wondered if his predecessors had been short men who needed the height of the crown to feel big.
Someone had replaced the silky fabric that lined the edge. Probably in an effort to ensure his royal head wasn’t stressed by the weight of so much gold, Ceros thought sarcastically.
Thank the Gods it wasn’t covered in gemstones.
“If I may,” Aleric gestured to Ceros’ head with the crown.
“Very well,” he said with a sigh. He went down on one knee in the sand to allow Aleric to reach him. The headpiece fit snugly and pinched when Aleric put it in place.
“There,” Aleric said with a smile. “Your mother will be pleased.”
Ceros stood and returned his smile. At least he hoped it was a smile and not a grimace. “Shall we?” Ceros gestured to their mounts, anxious to reach home.
“After you,” Aleric said.
When they reached their mounts, Ceros took his reins and greeted his eligari with softly spoken words. As he stroked and soothed the animal, he checked the fastenings. Aleric stood nearby, looking at him as if he had lost all good sense. Ceros wondered when Aleric had become so stuffy and formal. Perhaps he had just been gone too long.
Before he could climb onto the back of his eligari, Aleric stopped him.
“I haven’t had a chance to tell you that I am sorry about your father. He was a beloved leader and he will be missed greatly.”
Ceros nodded. “Thank you. I just hope Mother is doing as well as she says.”
“It’s hard to say. Your mother is a strong woman and doesn’t always let on when things are bothering her. Even when she should be asking for help.”
“True,” Ceros said with a
“I’m sure she understands.”
“She does.”
Aleric clasped Ceros on the shoulder. “I just hope everything is as you expect.”
Ceros held Aleric’s gaze for a moment. “As do I.”
Aleric patted Ceros once more then headed to his eligari to mount up. Ceros watched him for a moment, wondering what to make of Aleric’s comment. He felt a trickle of unease and wondered what he would find when he reached the palace. There would be many things to catch up on. Many people he would have to familiarize himself with. Old friends with whom he would have to become reacquainted.
There would probably be enemies waiting as well. Unfortunately those would take longer to uncover.
Ceros climbed onto the back of his eligari. As he settled himself into the saddle, he felt as if the ground began to dip and sway. He shook his head, trying to clear the feeling. He looked around the oasis to get his bearings, but everything was fuzzy and out of focus.
“My prince, if you will lead the way?” the voice echoed.
Ceros’ eligari danced nervously beneath him.
“Ceros?” Gehiji’s voice registered from somewhere to his left. “Are you okay?”
“Something is not quite right, Gehiji.” Ceros turned in the direction of Gehiji’s voice, but he couldn’t focus on his face. “My eligari seems to disapprove of carrying me.”
“I’m not sure it’s your eligari.”
Ceros felt someone grab one of his arms and pull.
“Ceros? What’s wrong?”
The edges of Ceros’ vision became fuzzier and dark gray. “I think I need to dismount, Gehiji.” He tried to lift his leg to remove himself from the saddle, but only felt the rush of air as he slid to the ground.
“Your highness!”
“Ceros!”
The voices faded further and further to the back of his mind and darkness swamped him into oblivion.
Chapter Two
By the Gods, why can no one hear me!
Ceros continued to yell until even the voice in his head began to sound hoarse. Still no one responded. There were people in the room. He could hear them moving about and whispering. Since he couldn’t turn his head, he couldn’t see anything except the same ceiling view he’d had since he’d awakened.
Could be worse. My eyes could have been closed.
He tried to move an arm, a leg, a finger. He tried to turn his head again, but nothing worked that he could tell. One of the physicians had told his mother earlier they were bewildered by what ailed him. They only know half of the puzzle. His body may not be responding to any of the pokes and prods as they tested his reactions, but he could feel everything, hear everything and see the few things that passed through his line of sight.
He simply had no control over his own limbs.
It was frustrating beyond belief to not be able to communicate. He tried to tell them he was alive and functional inside his shell of a body.
Thank the Gods his mother insisted they feed him what they could. So far it had been water and broth mixed with some kind of herbs. All spooned in small quantities as someone encouraged his throat muscles to work. Ceros knew his body would soon wither away if they didn’t find a cure for whatever was wrong.
With nothing else to do, Ceros replayed his memories of the morning and tried to discern what happened. He’d had no unknown food or drink since he and Gehiji left Shirghada. They’d packed their own rations before leaving and traveled alone.
Gehiji was no threat. He’d protected Ceros’ back more times than he cared to think about. And Ceros had done the same for Gehiji.
He remembered meeting Aleric and the council members at the oasis on the outskirts of Licosia. After that, his memory became clouded.
When he woke, his father’s old physician, Darius, was speaking with his mother. He couldn’t see her, but he was sure it was his mother who clung to his hand. Darius said he didn’t know what was wrong but promised to consult some colleagues and dig through his tomes to find an answer.
His mother came and went several times through the day, but her own physician had cautioned her against staying and exhausting herself when there was nothing she could do to help. Ceros hated being the cause of more grief for her. She had just lost her husband, the father of her children, her king. She was probably worried she would lose him too.
What if the throne were in jeopardy?
If it hadn’t already been chilled, his blood would have run cold at the thought.
His father’s death had been labeled a hunting accident. Even though he knew how many things could go wrong on a hunt, Ceros felt there was room for speculation.
Ceros had been away from the royal court and the related politics for years. There would be no reason for anyone to hold a grudge against him. If his present condition was the result of someone’s attempt to kill him, it would most likely be someone who felt he or she had a chance to gain power, or perhaps even rule over Licosia.
He ran through the list of people who would step up in power if he died or was deemed unfit to rule by the council. While he’d been away, he allowed himself to get caught up in the politics of Shirghada instead of Licosia. He didn’t readily remember all of the highest-ranking council members.
In his present condition, he couldn’t ask anyone. He couldn’t even make a list of the names he did know.
Damnation! If he got out of this predicament, he would remedy that problem as quickly as possible. He allowed himself a string of curses to relieve some of the tension he felt building up inside.
That’s a very creative use of more than a dozen curses. And all of them used in a single thought too.
Ceros was startled by the sound of a female voice inside his head. Oh Gods, I’ve finally gone mad. Now I’m hearing voices.
You haven’t gone any more mad than I, the voice attempted to reassure him.
That isn’t a comforting thought.
The voice laughed, the light sound dancing through his mind, soothing some of his frustrations.
Who are you? Ceros asked.
There was a pause before the voice answered.
I don’t think I will reveal that just yet.
Do you know who I am? Ceros asked, allowing his royal breeding to show in his voice.
I believe so.
You don’t know for sure?
I didn’t at first, no.
How long have you been listening to my thoughts?
I first heard them this morning, but mistook them for echoes from somewhere within the palace. When I realized no one else could hear you and sensed how frustrated you were, I began looking for the source.
How is it that you can speak to me? Inside my thoughts, that is.
The voice paused again. I cannot say.
Cannot? Or will not?
A little of both I suppose. If it makes you feel better, I don’t think I can hear all of your thoughts all the time.
What do you mean?
This is the first time I’ve heard anything. Today was, I mean.
That makes me feel somewhat better.
I suspect that your thoughts were projected due to your intense emotional outburst.
Ceros considered her theory. It made sense. Do you think that anyone else can hear my thoughts?
Again the voice paused. It’s doubtful.
Why you then?
The voice sighed, or so it seemed. Will you allow me to find the answer to that question before I tell you?
Do I have a choice?
The voice chuckled. Not really.
Then by all means, take your time. I’ll be here. Waiting patiently.
Now, now. No need to be petulant.
Me? Petulant?
Yes, you.
The voice laughed again, easing some of the tension that built up again. He was so relieved to have someone to talk to he couldn’t bear the thought of breaking the connection, no matter who it was.
How do I know you’re real, not a drug-induced illusion?
He felt the bed dip as someone sat next to him. That same someone grasped his foot over the linen sheet that covered him.
Can you feel that? she asked.
Feel what? He was hesitant to assume anything.
