“The King of Earth?” She snorted again, which made me like her. “I'm a Fire-Sidhe. They'd never allow me to marry the King of Earth.”
“Why do you think you're making history?” I blinked as I realized it was true.
Duh. That's why the Fey wrote down her story. She was the first to cross elemental borders and wed a monarch not of her kingdom. And there I was, thinking Nora had been the first. Well, she'd been the first who Faerie had changed, altering her very element, so that she could become queen.
“And did you say you're a goddess?” Rivella asked.
“Yup. One hundred percent.”
“But you're a Dragon-Sidhe.”
“I'm fully that too. Don't ask. It's a long story.”
“You seem to have a lot of those.”
“You have no idea.” I rolled my eyes. Then I took her hand. “Let's start with a blessing, shall we?” I grinned.
“Why are you smiling at me like that?”
“Sorry, I'm thinking of my son. I've just begun teaching him how to use his Love Magic.”
“Love Magic?” Rivella scowled. “No. I don't want to enchant a man.”
“I won't cast a spell to alter free will,” I promised. “I'm talking about a blessing. Something to bring you and the man you're meant to be with together.”
“Oh.” She thought about it. “I suppose that's all right.”
I grinned at her. “Trust me. You won't regret it.”
Chapter Ten
“Why does your hair sparkle like that?” Rivella asked, her stare on my lock of starlight.
“Fairy Godmothers sparkle. It's kinda our thing,” I said. “Now, be quiet.” In my head, I sang,Bibbity, bobbity, boo, but I shoved that down and reached for the Love Magic.
Then a masculine voice drawled something I didn't understand.
My eyes popped open just in time to see Rivella swing around, then gape at King Rory. Honestly, it was nice to see someone else gawking at him. But I understood why. I mean, the timing was impeccable. I took it as a sign that I wouldn't be needed after all. And when . . . hold the presses! It was there. Right there! The ring of remembrance I needed wasonRory's hand! But how to get it?
“King Rory.” Rivella sank into a curtsy.
“Hello, King Rory.” I inclined my head at him.
The Earth King frowned. I wasn't sure if it was at our words or because of my lack of curtsying. An inclined head was the sort of gesture a monarch would give another monarch.
Rory asked something in Fey.
“I'm speaking English on behalf of my . . .” Rivella looked at me and said, “My friend.”
“You don't speak Fey?” King Rory approached me, his stare going up and down. Then he noticed the starlight in my hair. And saw my eyes. He made an exclamation in Fey—one I recognized from the amount of times my husband had spoken it.
I rolled my eyes. “Nope, still don't speak the language. But I have heard that one before. I believe it's something to do with pixies.”
Rory jerked back. “You don't speak English properly either.”
“Yeah, that's fair.”
“And yet, you are a Dragon-Sidhe.”
