Page 3 of The Dark Fae Princess
I’m an amateur compared to the older and more experienced Fae. I’m still a baby compared to my four-thousand-year-old grandfather who is King of the Dark Fae and his brood of elder sons ranging from nearly three thousand years old and down. My Aunt Ambrosia is the closest to my age, but she is a complete diva that I have no time for.
“S-sorry,” Theo mutters again. “I just…you…” He sighs and shakes his head. “You make me nervous and I end up being a complete goof around you,” he blurts out.
I bite my lip and stow my magick. He doesn’t have it in him to turn on me. I’m always ready though. Every second in the Fae Kingdoms, I have to be on alert. Even despite that, I still want to go back and consider it my home now. I love it there. Ibelongthere.
“It’s okay,” I say, taking his hand lightly and then wishing I hadn’t. “I’m skittish.” I pull my hand back quickly, but it’s too late. He felt it too. Whatever ‘it’ was. More than a fizz, less than a spark. Does it mean something or is it static electricity from my magick?
He is staring down at his hand, flexing it a few times before he searches my eyes again. “Please don’t go yet. Let me take you out and then you can go back.”
I suddenly want to say ‘yes’, but I think of Blayne and I shake my head. “I’ll see you when I return,” I say and push past him.
This time he lets me go.
I breathe out in relief, even though I can feel his disappointment as I slip back inside my room. It’s part of my power, and something that I only learned recently. I have empathic powers. It’s difficult to navigate, and only works some of the time, when emotions are high.
I push it aside and then Puffport off to find my father. The sooner I get back to the Dark Fae Kingdom, the sooner I can forget about that Vampire and the effect he has on me.
2
Savannah
Ifind Daddy in the back courtyard as the sun is going down. This used to be the training area way back when, but now is a beautiful paved area with bushes and trees and a single training post thingy that Daddy is currently kicking the shit out of.
He stops when he sees me, his grim face turning into a guarded happy one. He never really looks truly happy. I don’t think he is without Mother. I wish there was something I could do to persuade her to be with him. I know she loves him. I can tell when she looks at him, but she refuses to entertain the thought. It’s not like she isn’t open to the idea of other men, for the love of all things unholy. I’m sure she could persuade her other husbands to give my father a chance to be with the love of his life. All they have to do is think how it would feel if the shoe was on the other foot.
“Everything okay?” Daddy asks.
I nod. “I want us to go back to the Dark Fae Kingdom tonight.”
His surprise registers, but it quickly turns to rage. “What has Constantine done to you?” he roars.
“Nothing!” I exclaim, putting my hands up. “It’s just Mother isn’t here, so what’s the point in being here? I’d rather be there.”
“Me too,” he mutters.
“Good! Then it’s decided.” I clap my hands excitedly.
He nods. “You ready to go now?”
I shake my head. “No, give me half an hour.”
He nods and goes back to kicking the ass off the post.
I sigh and decide to speak to my mother about him.
I turn and head back inside the castle, to pack my bag. I should probably also find Constantine and thank him for his hospitality. A quick search of the downstairs produces no ancient Vampire, so I head to my room instead and hope to find him later on.
I hurriedly pack a small bag. I don’t want to take everything that I brought with me so that Mother knows that I haven’t completely dismissed being here. I just prefer to be back in the Dark Fae Kingdom if she isn’t here. I think my point will be made.
* * *
“Ready?” Father asks a short while later.
“Yes,” I state. “Have you seen Constantine?”
Daddy’s face goes sour. “No. And I really don’t want to.” He lets out a sigh of magnitude.
“I should say good-bye at least,” I protest.
