Yes. He knew where that damned book came from.
I could imagine where his mind had wandered.
For certain, the elven king thought his heir had made an alliance behind his back, and the wagon wheels were turning inside his intelligent mind. My most powerful enemy had just become even more bothersome.
To Fairy and back for the elven bitch.
She was trouble I did not need in my life.
I swiftly rose to my feet as the stable master darted between all the Fae-gifts, grooms following in her wake. I ordered gruffly, “This pegasus is to be tended to and then watched twenty-four hours a day until my return. Let no further harm come to her. Do you understand?”
The stable master nodded and fell to her knees next to the Fae-gift, gasping, “This poor dear. What in the realm happened to her?”
“Do not ask questions. Just heal her,” I demanded.
King Traevon lifted to his feet, sliding the strap of his heir’s travel bag over his right shoulder. “There is no time to waste. We need to fly fast and climb true. There is no guarantee that the Fae will not harm my heir, even if she is fine right now.”
I could not agree more.
My claws itched to release again. I wanted that Fae’sblood.
Suddenly, King Traevon’s brows snapped together. He stared over my shoulder, high into the sky. A slow smile crept onto his lips, like a sneaking knife in the back. His quiet chuckle was cruel, and he stated proudly, “That’s my daughter.”
I twirled around and gazed straight ahead into the sky—all the rulers staring at the sight. My hands curled into fists and my lips quirked up at the edges, immense relief easing muscles I hadn’t even known were tense—my problematic soul mate was most assuredly not in Fairy, that worry eased. I relaxed where I stood while I watched the show in the sky.
I shook my head and chuckled under my breath. “It does appear we must hurry and catch up. Princess Trixie has most definitely beat us to our destination.”
CHAPTER TEN
Confession of a princess:
Words can be twisted, and words can be misunderstood. Or one can simply miss the point of a tale altogether. If you take every word spoken as rigid truth, with no wiggle room for growth, you have already failed.
A closed mind will be your downfall.
When a tale is woven, you must listen for the possibilities.
IOPENED MYeyes, squinting in subdued light, my vision blurry as all Fairy—barely able to decipher my nose in front of my face. My Fae, my head was killing me. I waited for it to heal itself, but it was slow in coming—odd that.
Had I had too much to drink?
I pushed to sit up, wobbling as the bumpy ground beneath my frame shifted, rolling slightly under my ass. I rubbed at my eyes and narrowed my gaze, peering through the soft light. My forehead wrinkled in confusion. This could not be right.
I was sitting in a cave. The light coming from the corner.
I curled my hands into fists and shook my head. I could not think clearly right now, my brain foggy like I was still half slumbering. I looked down at my lap and tried to focus.
My attention snagged on what I sat upon.
Bones. Bones piled high in the air inside the cave.
With my elven ass sitting at the top of the heap.
I slurred to myself, “There is something not right here.”
Eyebrows puckered, my thoughts stalled.
This situation should rightly bother me. Yet it did not.
