CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“The Empress of Ventra sailed into Sona Tuath one spring standing tall next to our king. He would marry her the next day, and she would be coronated as our next Queen of Beaynid. The events that followed were heinous and hard, even for the law abiding Suens of the capital city. Events that would not soon be forgotten.”
—History of the Gypsy King; Tomas Ulln
R
hiannon looked down at the red waters of the Carnaid Sea as the foamy water broke over the bow of the Siren’s Bane. The scouring wind lifted the heavy braids of Rhiannon’s hair and threatened to knock the crown of Ventra from her head. It was spring, but the fabled wind of the Carnaid was still icy cold. She pulled her cloak tighter around her body causing Jo Jo to shift her position as she sat quietly on Rhiannon
