Page 74 of The Fae Girl 1

“We’re in the midst of a war.” I said. “If you think you can contribute something to battle planning feel free to stay.” In fairness I meant it. If he had some ideas I’d listen. Only he had nothing but his egotistical pride.

Uther clearly had to fight to keep the smirk from his face.

“Fine.” Rillon snapped. “I’m going. I know when I’m not wanted. And speaking of not wanted, the High Queen will be pleased to hear you are back safely.” He said with a smile as Uther visibly squirmed.

Uther waited for the door to shut before he let out a sigh. “I swear he turns more into our mother every day.”

I shot him a look.

“What? Oh.” Uther said sitting back in his chair. “You should be thankful you never had to put with her, she was a nightmare, all drama, a lot like my dear wife truth be told.”

“Shouldn’t we discuss the Fae girl?” I asked. I wasn’t in the mood for family reunions, or reflections, or whatever the hell it was.

“You mean Alice.” Jelric stated.

“That’s her name is it?” Uther replied.

Jelric nodded.

“Fine. Send someone to go get her. I want to see what she’s about.”

As Jelric got up and went to speak to the guards Uther leaned in towards me. “How bad was he?”

“It’s Rillon. He thinks he’s entitled to anything and everything he desires.” I stated.

“Did he touch her?” Uther asked.

“No. But I doubt this will be the last attempt.”

“I see.” Uther replied as Jelric walked back and sat back down this time the other side of the High King. “Tell me what you know of her then, this Fae girl.”

Jelric glanced between us. “In truth very little.” He said. “She’s only just crossed over.”

Uther narrowed his eyes. “Meaning?”

“Meaning she doesn’t understand this world. Doesn’t understand what being Fae is, what a Magi is, any of it.”

Uther let out a sound of annoyance before getting up to make himself a drink.

I watched him go, watched how he walked. How he seemed more defeated this time, more angry too.

“Perhaps we should just collar her.” He said.

I stiffened despite myself.

Jelric whipped his head around. “That’s not necessary.”

“Isn’t it?” Uther snarled. “We need her magic. Not her.”

I felt it, something inside me react to that, some unfounded fury that swirled like a beast.

“Give her a chance.” I said before could stop myself.

Uther turned, eyebrow raised at me. “You think she is worth the risk?”

“I didn’t say that.” I snapped.

“But she hasn’t done anything to warrant such treatment.” Jelric said quickly. “At least give her a chance before we resort to such methods.”

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