Page 76 of The Dark Fae Princess
“Ready to do what?” I ask. “How can I use my magick if I’m carrying a sword?”
“You channel the magickthroughthe sword,” he says. “You need to defend yourself, Savvie. This is the best way to keep yourself safe.”
It’s the last straw!
“STOP IT!” I roar, startling them all shitless. “Stop inferring that I’m only good enough todefend myself. I will defend my people! I will defend this Kingdom with everything that I have. I will not be put in a corner, expecting someone to swoop in and rescue me as long as I can stave off an attacker for long enough. I don’t want to learn only defensive tactics. Ineedto learn offensive methods.”
“There’s my girl,” Mother mutters.
“This will help you with that,” Daddy says, “Although, you have an entire army to fight for you, Savvie. There is no need for you to join in the fight.”
“Vito,” Mother warns him, knowing I’m about to blow a gasket.
I feel the ice chill my veins as my temper turns vicious.
“Don’t listen to him,” Mother says, taking me by the elbow. “You, much like me, don’t have it in you to sit on the sidelines. As much as I want you to be safe, tokeepyou safe, you will defy us anyway, so I’d rather give you my support.”
“Thanks,” I grin at her. She is being so freaking awesome right now. Accepting my choices all over the place.
“Don’t look so surprised,” she says with a loud laugh. “I amfuckingawesome.”
“Indeed,” Daddy says, with a loving look at her.
Gross.
Okay, it’s cool, very, very cool that they are doing whatever they are doing.
But seriously…gross.
“So channeling magick?” I blurt out to bring the attention back to me. “How do you do that?” I feel so stupid that I didn’t even know this was a thing, never mind something that I should be doing.
“Yes,” Daddy says, his focus returning to its usual intensity. “You know that you can pull on the lightning to create a bolt of magick in your hand?”
I nod.
“This is essentially the same, except you are drawing it into the sword with your mind, not your hand.”
“Huh?” I ask dumbly. “How the Hell do I do that?”
“Have you ever seen your grandfather train?” Jerrick asks me.
“No,” I reply, wondering if I should have.
“It’s okay,” he says kindly. “None of us can really help you here, except maybe your mother. It’s a magick trait unique to the Royals.”
We all look at Mother.
She rolls her eyes at us. “Don’t look at me. Haven’t got a clue. Get Drake here.”
“No,” Jerrick says, sensing my growing trepidation. No way am I training in front of him. I’d rather let Anders’s men take me away. “There’s no need for that. We can talk you through it.”
“Okay,” I say meekly. “What do I do?”
“Pull the magick into the sword,” Jerrick states.
“Oh, fantastic guidance there, Head Guard,” Mother drawls.
He grimaces at her briefly.
