Page 1 of The Dark Fae Princess
Savannah
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Isit in the very comfy leather chair behind the huge desk in the library of this ancient castle in the Tuscan hills that belongs to one of my stepfathers. I’ve been here only a few weeks, having spent the last three years in the Dark Fae Kingdom with my father and grandparents. Before that, I lived with my mother and her other two husbands in a smaller chateau in France.
I liked it there. It was home.
This place is magnificent, but I don’t feel like I belong here.
My mother is off in the Dragon Realms with Delinda, my oldest half-sister. My other half-sister, Arathia, is busy with her new family. I don’t know my half-brother, CJ, as he was born while I was away or at least, that’s what I remember. He is now grown-up which is pretty weird. And speaking of weird, there’s a set of twins that have appeared on the scene quite suddenly. I have an ominous feeling that very powerful magick has been used around here recently, which just adds to my nervousness, and for some strange reason, it doesn’t seem to have affected me. Or at least, not all of it. Some things are familiar, but different at the same time. It’s very confusing.
Suffice it to say, my only real ally here is my father, but he is too busy mooning over his lost love, Mother, to be much company.
You see, I was born twenty-one years ago, out of a sordid tryst between the two that my mother’s husband, Constantine, disapproved of to the extent where he tried to eliminate my mother and as a result, her unborn baby.
Me.
I don’t hold a grudge as I know his rage was directed at his wife, who betrayed him with the one man that he forbade her to go near, for reasons that are so complicated, I can’t even begin to understand.
But I get it.
He has been nothing but kind and welcoming to me since I arrived, but this isn’t my home. Especially with Mother gone. She is supposed to be here. I haven’t seen her properly in ages as she refuses to spend much time in the Dark Fae Kingdom, even though she is part Dark Fae. A complicated part, to be sure, but still.
My father is also Dark Fae. I take after him with my raven black hair and violet eyes, instead of a green-eyed blonde like my mother. Even though he is also a Vampire, like my mother, I have no Vampire in me whatsoever.
Thank the old gods.
I detest the creatures.
In general.
My family consists of way too many of them for me to loathe them outright to their faces. I just remain happy that I’mallDark Fae.
I stand up, making a decision.
I intend to return to the Dark Fae Kingdom, tonight.
I’m sure that my father will be happy to leave here, with all the stark reminders of mother every which way he turns.
With a determined nod, I set off to find him, only to be pulled up short by Arathia, trailing into the library with a handsome man on her arm, that isn’t her husband.
Theodore Walcott.
He is a Vampire, but in spite of that failing, I do find him incredibly appealing. He is sweet, a bit too tall and lean, with short brown hair and green eyes, that have lit up at the sight of me behind his designer glasses.
I stifle my sigh.
I know that he desires me, and while I would possibly pursue something with him, there’s a couple of things stopping me.
For starters, he’s a Vampire. One hundred percent. Nothing else to him except that vulgar creature. Secondly, I’m in love with someone else. So Blayne barely knows that I exist, and he’s also aLightFae, which is still considered a bit scandalous in the Fae Kingdoms, where the elder generation prefer the divide. But I can’t help how I feel when I think about him. Then I remember how he looked at Delinda a few days ago at her parents’ house, and my stomach churns with misery. It’s just another reason to go back to the Fae Kingdoms, so that I can see him again and convince him thatI’mthe sister he should love, not her. She has three men of her own, following in our mother’s footsteps, to my chagrin. She doesn’t need another to add to the pile of bodies in her bed.
I blink as Arathia elbows me viciously.
“Hmm?” I mumble.
“Theo asked how you were?” she says to me with a fierce look.
She has been trying to set us up since I got here, but I have the aforementioned reasons for being hesitant. If only he wasn’t a Vampire.
