Page 9 of The Fae Girl 1

I could sense the bodies in the room now.

And sense the tension too.

Someone stepped forward, yanking the bag off. Gasps rung out around the room as my hair fell free over my face and shoulders. I shook my head quickly to clear my sight before looking around.

I was in a hall. Like some sort of castle. I narrowed my eyes.What the hell was this?

It looked some sort of medieval banquet. Four long benches ran either side of where I was and ahead was a higher table. Everyone around me was dressed in costumes. The women were in long dresses, the men in tunics. Whatever this cosplay thing was it was getting way out of hand.

Maybe it was a cult or some weird religious sect. My gut told me that it wasn’t good. My gut told me this was serious.

“Take the gag out.” The man at the high table ordered. The Lord by all accounts.

I fixed my gaze on him. Clearly he held all the cards here.

“I wouldn’t do that my Lord.” The lanky one of my captors said beside me. “She’s a Magar. She’ll curse us all.”

“She’s not a Magar.” A man from the far corner behind the Lord replied sounding irritated as he stood forward. He pulled his robe back and puffed himself up.

He looked like a monk. Only he didn’t have the weird haircut, instead his was shoulder length and neatly tucked behind his ears.

“So you’ve wasted my time with a peasant girl.” The lord sneered as finally stood up.

“She’s not just a peasant either.” The man in robes said moving nearer to me the way one would approach a wild animal that was cornered and yet not subdued.

The Lord turned to look at him. “Then what the hell is she?”

“I’m not sure.” The cloaked man murmured kneeling right in front of me.

Staring like he’d never seen a girl before in his life.

He raised his hands placing them inches from either side of my face and as it felt like the whole room held their breath he shut his eyes muttering what sounded like nonsense.

I huffed. Swore at him under the gag too.

He frowned opening his eyes looking more enthralled than before. “If she was a Magar she’d have been screaming with pain.” He stated before scrutinising my face, my hair, all of me more. “I think she might be Fae.”

“Fae?” The Lord repeated loudly.

“Fae?” The woman who’d been sitting next to him repeated as she got up and rushed to touch me like I was some sort of Holy Grail. “Think of what she could do husband. What we could have…”

“There hasn’t been a Fae in a hundred years…” Someone muttered.

“Longer than that.” Another argued as everyone started creeping nearer to me. As the crowd began to swarm around.

“She belongs to the High King.” The robed man said loudly making everyone pause.

But only for a second.

Hands reached out. I felt my hair snag as someone stole a clump.

“But just think, think what we could achieve…” The Lord’s wife whispered loudly for him to hear. For us all to hear.

“All Fae belong to the High King.” The man said louder facing the woman down.

I stared from one face to another. But they all had the same expression. The same greedy hunger.

The rope around my wrists was so tight I could feel it biting into my skin and I could feel my blood too as it stuck to it. As it congealed around it.

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