Dearest readers,
As Wickham and Herja prepare for their journey to the mystical Silver Springs, they are filled with excitement and uncertainty. Along the way, they face unexpected dangers and discover more about each other than they ever imagined. Wickham’s family arrives with joyous news, but Herja finds herself questioning her future after a chance encounter with the Dragon King.
Amidst growing challenges, the bond between these two fated mates is tested as they navigate their roles in each other’s lives—and in the world around them.
A clean YA fantasy romance, A Summer of Courage weaves together adventure, personal growth, and the heartwarming journey of two young souls discovering the power of love and courage.
Happy reading!
Marie-Hélène
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The Eldavon palace was divided into four main sections, each one for a separate branch of government that the four rulers were in charge of.
Herja had never had much interest in living in a palace… which was odd considering that for most of the past four years, she had been determined to be elected as a queen of Eldavon.
She smiled as she walked through the ambassadorial wing, letting her feet follow the twisting, vine-like patterns on the rugs. She had been thirteen when she first decided that, and now at seventeen, she realized it was a much more intensive job than she had expected.
She’d originally wanted it to fix all the problems she saw in the king… and now she knew she wasn’t as uniquely brilliant as she once thought.
A nearby door opened, and Herja straightened herself. In plain black trousers and tunic, she was often mistaken for staff by visiting dignitaries, and she had to present a dignified front for Eldavon. She plastered the smile she’d been practicing with Wickham on her face.
To her immense relief, it wasn’t a visiting dignitary who left the room but rather the people she had come here to meet. Kaia, Nolen, Icarus and Jalene.
“Herja!” Kaia started when she saw her but rushed to give her friend a hug.
Herja’s fake smile turned genuine, and she accepted the hug. “I heard you were back from Odentia—how was your trip?”
“Amazing!” Kaia stepped back and clapped her hands. “Odentia has just the absolutely most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen, and when you walk at night, there’re millions upon millions more stars than you see here.”
Nolen, Kaia’s mate, stepped up beside her. “It was educational, for sure. The new Odentian queen really is the same age as us. And they have a lot of customs different from us, too. It was… kind of intense.”
Kaia beamed. “So, what are you doing here at the palace?”
“Wickham’s younger twin brothers turned thirteen this year, so they’re going to the Silver Springs. Actually, there are over a hundred children making the trip this year.” Herja shook her head in amazement. It certainly differed from their year, when it was just over thirty children. “Wick and I have been part of the preparations.”
“I thought Donnelly and Rhett were turning thirteen this year. Is Wickham a nervous wreck?”
Herja sighed. He really was, although he was trying to remain reasonable. “He’s about what you expect from a big brother with a strong protective instinct.”
Kaia nodded wisely. “He is a nervous wreck, then. Well, the four of us were recruited to help pack the children’s basic first-aid bags. Do you want to find Wickham and rope him into it as well? It might be good to get his hands busy so he has less time to worry himself to death.”
“He was waiting for his family to arrive. They should get in with the next wagon train, and I couldn’t get him to do anything else. To quote him, ‘Waiting is a full-time job.’” Herja shook her head but smiled—she did understand that, at least a bit. It was difficult to do anything when she was waiting for something to happen.
Nerves smashed in her stomach like icebergs in arctic waters. His family was coming. She had met them during the Winter’s feast during the second year of schooling and briefly after she and Wickham were found to be fated mates.
But she was going to have to spend time with them now.
She wasn’t ready to meet them. She and Wickham were fated mates, meaning his family would be in her life forever. She wasn’t sure she liked that idea, not when she was uncertain about her position in Wick’s life.
Even though the orphanage was set up as much like a family as possible, Herja had deliberately stopped herself from seeing them as family. She had spent so long trying to convince herself that she didn’t even want a family that she wasn’t sure what to do with herself now that she found herself connected to one.
How were families supposed to work? She’d only read about them… and fiction was undoubtedly not reality.
“You guys go ahead,” Kaia said as she looped her arm through Herja’s. “I need to talk with Herja privately for a moment.”
Herja schooled her expression, hiding a grimace, as the others headed off. Kaia led her out of the ambassadorial wing, heading outside rather than deeper into the palace. Once she was sure they were alone, Kaia turned to Herja.
“You need to talk about it?”
Of course, Kaia would pick up on her discomfort. “Wickham’s family is incredibly important to him. I’m worried I won’t get along with them, damaging our bond.”
Not to mention Wickham had confessed to her he had romantic feelings for her. Herja didn’t share those feelings—at least, she didn’t think she did. And having that discrepancy already put a strain on the two of them.
If she messed things up with his family, it would only make everything all the worse.
“I think you’re putting too much pressure on yourself,” Kaia offered gently. “Nolan had a terrible first impression with my family, but we all get along now. I think you need just to remember to breathe—this isn’t the only time you’ll be able to give a good impression.”
“But it’s the only time I can give a first impression.”
“First impressions are overrated.” Kaia gave her a soft smile. “Sorry, I know that doesn’t help. The only advice I have is to be clear in your communication with Wickham and his family.”
Herja frowned at her friend. “In what way?”
“If you’re worried about being blunt, say that right away. If you’re overwhelmed, tell them. Just be clear and open… and make sure that you don’t overexert yourself trying to be what you think they want.”
“I do have a problem with understanding people,” Herja agreed with a tilt of her head. “So, what do you think they want for their Wickham’s mate?”
Kaia squeezed her arm. “They want him to be happy. And he is happy with you, Herja. You’re his best friend.”
“And that’s not less than being a romantic partner,” Herja murmured.
“Of course not. It’s different, not less than.”
Herja managed to smile at her friend. “How can you be so wise when you’re the same age as me?”
“Because we’re talking about your problems, and it’s easy to be wise when you’re not the one embroiled in the center of them,” Kaia replied with a laugh.
They were drawing closer to the courtyard. Dozens of families had already arrived and had set up tents. It was full of bustling activity but no more chaotic than your average marketplace. Herja’s nerves grew all the same.
“Look, Wickham’s by the gates,” Kaia said, nodding. She released Herja. “He could probably use the company.”
Herja managed a small smile. Then she took a deep breath and headed toward Wickham, ready to face her most challenging situation yet: meeting his family.
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