Today, author Kate Hill has sent us the wife of
Areus of Lortia, the fiercest warrior king in the land, for an interview.
Thank you, Kate, for helping us get to know Delia.
I'm from a small kingdom called Prem on the northernmost part of the Western Continent. Being a useless second daughter, I was sent to a convent to be reared. I love the sisters and my friend, Katerina, who was also reared there. I expected to take vows and spend the rest of my life at the convent, but when my sister ran off with a lover, it fell upon me to marry a man who could defend Prem from the warlike kingdom of Zaltana. I have recently wed Areus of Lortia, the fiercest warrior king in the land.
Tell us what you want more than anything in life.
If you had asked me that mere days ago, I would have answered without hesitation that all I want is to live my life in safety and peace among my friends at the convent. Now I'm not sure. My new husband isn't what I expected.
Do you believe in love at first sight? Soul mates? Twin Flames? If so, why?
I don't believe in love at first sight. Love must grow between two people. They must respect each other and know each other's habits, both good and bad. I'm almost afraid to hope that Areus and I might learn to love each other. He's a great king and a powerful warrior. I'm not sure such a man is truly capable of love.
Three wishes, what would you ask for?
First and foremost, I would ask for peace in our land. The war with Zaltana has dragged on for too long and far too many people have been harmed. Next I would ask for everyone's needs to be met. No one, regardless of their station, should be without shelter, enough to eat and the care of a good healer when required. Last but certainly not least, I would ask that Areus truly be the good man he seems to be so that we can have a happy life together.
Describe yourself to me.
It's difficult to describe oneself honestly. I like to think I'm a fair woman who cares about others. I believe I'm a good healer, though one can always learn more. I'm not sure if I'm a worthy queen. My sister was groomed for the role while I was raised in a convent. I'm not adequately prepared to be the Queen of Lortia, and I sincerely hope I will serve my King and my country well.
Have you found the one? If so, what makes him so special?
It's almost too much to hope that my husband, a man chosen by my ogre of a father, is truly the right man for me. Our marriage is about politics, but Areus has been gentle with me. He seems to genuinely care about his people. It's hard not to be taken with him. He's so proud and powerful, yet I've seen him treat his subjects with kindness and respect. If he is the man he appears to be, then yes, I would be a fool not to say that he is the one.
What are you most afraid of?
I fear that Zaltana will finally conquer the remaining free kingdoms of the Western Continent. Areus has kept the north safe thus far, but Lortia is small compared to Zaltana, not to mention King Hippolytos will no doubt send his son--the mad prince Hypatios--to do battle with Areus. If Zaltana defeats Areus, it will be torture and death for thousands. I'm afraid this will happen and I worry for Areus, not as our protector, but as a man in danger of losing his life in battle. He fights his heart out for our people and I cannot bear the thought of him dying before his time.
by Kate Hill
Erotic Fantasy Romance
Available July 01, 2015
Torn from her beloved convent home, Delia is forced to marry Areus of Lortia. The contract states she must deliver an heir within a year or the marriage can be annulled. Delia vows to control her fate by ensuring there will be no child--until she is mesmerized by Areus, the proud, virile warrior king.
Areus agrees to marry Delia to gain her father's army to continue his fight against Hypatios, the mad prince of Zaltana. He doesn't expect to fall in love with a convent-reared mouse, but from the first, Delia rouses his lust and touches his heart.
Their life together hangs in the balance as the war with Zaltana advances and Areus discovers Hypatios is far more than just his sworn enemy.
No sooner had Urion stepped back than Areus slammed the door shut.
He remained with his back to Delia from a moment, his head lowered and his palms flat against the door. He drew a deep enough breath that even from the bed she saw his back expand and contract as he released it slowly.
"Are you--" she ventured. "Are you well?"
"Yes." He turned to her. "Just tired, as I said. Between the skirmish and traveling here I haven't slept in a couple of days."
Maybe he was too tired to copulate. Part of her was relieved while another part wanted to get the whole thing over with.
He removed the circlet from his head and placed it on Delia's dressing table, then he sat on a stool in the corner of the room and removed his boots. When he finished, he remained seated, but his gaze drifted to Delia.
Though not handsome, he was remarkably attractive and such a commanding presence. If she was the sort of woman to be easily frightened, he might have intimidated her, but Delia hadn't taken after her mother. She refused to be intimidated by any man.
"You must be glad to get out of the convent," he ventured. "I imagine it's boring there."
His words made her bristle. "On the contrary, we're seldom bored at the convent. There's always work to be done."
He raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical, angering her even more.
"The convent is my home and I miss it very much," she said.
Areus tilted his head slightly and his brow furrowed. She didn't like how he looked at her, as if she was some strange animal he was deciding whether to capture or kill.
"Are you coming to bed?" she asked bluntly. "We should probably get on with this."
A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Eager, are you? You don't look it."
From the stories she'd heard, Delia had expected him to have pounced on her already. This anticipation, the not knowing what it would feel like to be claimed by a man, was becoming unbearable.
"It's expected, is it not?" she asked.
"For you to not look eager?"
"For us to consummate the marriage."
"I sent the audience away so we can do it in our own time. If you're worried about securing an heir, we do have a year."
"That's your concern, not mine," she snapped, holding the sheet tighter to her neck.
"It's everyone's concern. I need an heir and your father needs me to protect his kingdom. We have the same goals, you and I, or at least we should."
"Then do it." Delia glared, pushing aside the bedcovers. She lay on her back, shivering in the chill of the room, as the fire had yet to warm it.
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Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels.
When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out and spending time with her family and pets.
She enjoys hearing from readers and she can be contacted at email@example.com.
Kate also writes under the name Saloni Quinby.