Page 50 of The Fallen Fae King

The song is beautiful.

Fae are the best singers in the world apart from the Shadow Elves. Except, Daire’s songs are normally haunting, filled with melancholy. Yet this song isn’t like a frozen waterfall. Instead, each word falls as softly and prettily as falling blossoms on the spring breeze.

When I find myself smiling, warmed by Daire’s love in the song, I catch Lanlin smiling too.

Finally, the song fades.

“Fae offer a song at their weddings as a gift. That was a traditional song that Da sang to my ma on their wedding day under the Sacred Blossom Tree. Their love was legendary. They were such deep soulmates that the bards took the song from their wedding and linked it forever to them. I hoped that one day I would sing the same song to my own soulmate. But I had come to think that I never would.” Daire’s expression is simply happy in a way that it rarely is, as if he’s allowing out a side of himself from behind his mask. “May I kiss our Queen now?”

“Only if I kiss her first.” Lanlin captures my lips, possessively.

I lose myself in the sensation that I feared I would never experience again.

Then Lanlin reluctantly pulls back.

“My Queen,” he murmurs again, as if only just realizing how true it now is. Then he glances at Daire. “My King, your turn.”

Daire doesn’t need telling twice.

His wings beat, as he gently kisses me.

I luxuriate in his plush lips, as he shows me his love without words.

He coaxes my mouth open, and our tongues entwine like the ribbons.

I would happily never have parted, except for the cough behind us.

“Take your throne now.” Ruin’s magic prickles across my skin again, and the ribbon slithers off my arms, coiling to the floor.

I rub at my wrists, although I am purring with happiness.

“Allow me, dearheart.” Lanlin sweeps me into his arms and carries me to his bone throne.

The armrests of the throne are shaped like lions with diamonds for eyes. Shards branch out of the pale throne that reaches almost to the roof of the pyramid. It is built out of dragon wings and fae bones.

My purring abruptly cuts off.

I need to take a steadying breath that I will be seated here.

Yet I will be Queen on this bone throne. I will be ruler in this land. I must try to understand it.

If I must sit on a throne of fae bones, then a living fae will sit on it with me.

Daire is already sliding to stand in the shadows behind the throne, which is probably a place that fits him well. He has most power there.

But I shake my head. “I want Daire to sit on the throne.”

Lanlin arches his brow. “We won’t all fit.”

“Figure it out.”

Daire chuckles.

“As this is our wedding day, I will indulge you.” Lanlin hugs me closer, and I nuzzle his neck.

Who is he kidding? I know that he is terrifying to most people, but he is the most devoted Alpha in the realms to me.

He has indulged me from the moment that we met.