Page 10 of The Dark Fae Princess
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Savannah
The next morning, my rage hasn’t dissipated towards Jerrick. In fact, I plan on finding him shortly and kicking his ass over what happened last night. I climb out of bed with a determined nod, but then I’m drawn towards the huge windows that look out over the front gardens of the palace.
I peer down at the commotion going on. A crowd of Light Fae, that must’ve still been here from the feast last night, are milling about gesturing wildly and shouting about something, while my father, Grandfather andJerricktry to calm them down.
It’s not that surprising to me that feathers have been ruffled after all the booze that was flowing the night before. If one or the other of the Fae sneezes near the other side, battles are declared.
I shrug and head into the bathroom to get cleaned up. I want to see the ravens before I march over to find Jerrick. It looks like he has his hands full at the moment anyway.
* * *
About half an hour later, I’m ready to leave my room, when there’s a knock at the door.
I frown at it, as everyone knows to stay away from here. Only my father dares to come here but that wasn’t his knock. It was short and sharp instead of soft.
I open it with a cautious look that turns to annoyance when I see it is Jerrick.
“What do you want?” I snap at him, thoroughly pissed off that firstly, he came to my room, and secondly, that he came to findmeinstead of waiting for me to find him. I’m not ready for this confrontation yet.
“I know you’re angry with me, please let me explain,” he mutters, looking over his shoulder.
I narrow my eyes at him. Oh, he can try to explain, but I’m going to make him sweat first. “What was all that with the Lights on the lawn earlier?”
“Now isn’t the time for that…” he starts but I start to shut my door.
He puts his hand up gently. “Okay, it’s complicated.”
“I’ve got time,” I inform him loftily.
He looks anxiously over his shoulder again and I huff at him. I step back. “Come in then,” I say, resigned.
“What?” he asks, aghast. “No! Can we go to the gardens?”
I smile to myself. He knows my issue and he respects it because he knowsme.Remembering that makes my anger fade.
“Just come in,” I chide him and walk back over to the windows, turning to face him I cross my arms.
He sidles in nervously. He looks around, his eyes darting to the splendor of my hand-carved, fourposter, double king-sized bed and mountain of black silk pillows and matching coverlet. His eyes widen at the ornate coving near the ceiling and frescoes intricately painted up above. His feet sink into the plush black carpet as he steps forward, looking vastly uncomfortable in his surroundings, leaving the door wide open.
“Close it,” I order him. Heaven forbid someone wander by and see him in here. My carefully preserved safe space will suddenly have a revolving door on it against my wishes.
“Uhm,” he murmurs.
“Close it!” I bark.
“Of course,” he says and kicks it gently closed.
“The Lights?” I press when he doesn’t say anything.
“Oh, apparently, a long-lost brother of one of their most precious mages, has turned up. It’s causing quite the stir as no one knew he existed,” he blurts out.
I grimace at him as I know he’s talking about Blayne. He knows I know he deliberately avoided saying his name because he is all too aware of my feelings for the ‘precious mage’.
“A long-lost brother?” I ask, confused. “How was he lost?”
“Long story short, their mother is also a half Dragon. To say that the Lights are in a tizzy over this is an understatement. Apparently, she, a cousin of the former King, concealed this information along with her affair with a Dragon Prince, which brought forth triplet sons. She wanted to come back here and brought one of her sons with her, leaving the other two to be raised by their father as Dragons. I do believe that the third brother is married to your sister, the Dragon Empress,” he says with a look that I can’t quite place.
