“She is too young for this strain. It will take her more time,” Queen Mikko said softly from somewhere by my feet. “We will need to carry her or make camp here for the night. It is already too dark to go far.”
The leaves crunched to my right—boots stomping over them—and King Elon hissed, “Is Princess Trixie awake yet?”
Father cupped my right cheek with a warm palm. “No, not yet.”
“I can’t see a Fae blasted thing,” King Elon complained.
“Precisely,” Queen Mikko murmured. “Weneedto make camp here quickly. Where are Queen Alora and King Athon?”
I tried to open my eyes again. But the numbness pulled.
“We’re right behind you,” King Athon rumbled darkly. “We won’t be able to make shelter at this point.”
There was no fighting this...Oblivion captured me.
* * *
King Elon snorted. “You are going to drop your heir, King Traevon. You can’t keep this up.”
The side of my head bounced against a hard shoulder, and my arms and legs dangled from trembling, protective arms that held me against a heaving male chest. What in the Fae was going on?
Father panted, “To Fairy and back with you. I am perfectly capable of taking care of my daughter.”
Queen Alora sighed heavily. “It’s been two days, King Traevon. You must consider that she is not going to come back from this. If she cannot eat or drink—”
“Shut up!” Father roared. “Shewillbe fine.”
My father was carrying me. I could tell that now.
Where were we? Why couldn’t I open my eyes?
Why were they talking about me?
King Athon stated gently, “Give her to me, King Traevon. I will carry her for only a little while, so that you may catch your breath.”
“Fuck you. You almost killed her two days ago.”
King Athon chuckled. “Fine. Drop your daughter then.”
This was the most bizarre dream…
I wanted to wake up from it. I didn’t think I liked it.
King Elon stated happily, “I will carry her if you would like me—”
“King Athon, will you take her for a moment so that I may catch my breath,” Father asked brusquely, cutting off the other king. “But if you hurt her, I will slit your throat while you sleep.”
“Always with the threats,” King Athon snarled. “Will you just shut the Fae fuck up and give her to me before you collapse from exhaustion? We do not need another liability on our hands. One is enough.”
Queen Mikko grouched quietly, “Well said, King Athon.”
Any time now, my eyes are going to open from this nightmare. But there is this beautiful numbness right over here…
My body was jostled into a much larger male’s embrace, and my head rested against a brutally stiff chest while my frame was engulfed in bulky arms that held me soundly in the same child’s hold my father’s had. Who was this supposed to be?
“There,” Father sniped. “I will take her back in ten minutes.”
King Athon growled, “You’re welcome.”
