Page 58 of Dark Fae's Desires
“Are you sure?” she presses. “With everything still looming in front of you?”
“Go,” I insist. “I have to do this my way, on my own, or how will I ever be a great Queen to my people?”
“I hear you,” she grumbles, “but you know I will be here if you need me. Send Trey if I’m up there.” She points upwards as if she thinks the Dragon Realms are in the sky. Who knows? Maybe they are.
“About Trey,” I say, standing up quickly. “I want you to tell Delinda that he’s changed. That he’s a good man.”
She gives me a questioning look.
My cheeks go hot, but for some stupid, sibling rivalry reason I need my sister to know thatIchanged him.
“Okay,” she says, chewing the inside of her lip. I think she sees straight through me and is trying not to laugh.
Fine. Whatever. I don’t care if she finds it amusing, but she’d better tell her eldest daughter what I said.
She reaches for me and takes me in her arms. She crushes me with her immense strength, but I relax into it for just a moment before I let her go. This is my life, my Kingdom and I will do this on my fucking own or die trying.
“Send word when the baby arrives. I’ll come,” I say.
“Count on it,” she says and then with a last, sad smile, she leaves the room, and I settle back down to read.
Chapter 29
Savannah
It is much, much later that I finally read something about the mysterious goddess, Savenir.
Sitting up straight, I put the book on my lap as I concentrate on what it says, which in all fairness isn’t a lot. Stuff I already knew from what Rath’Na told me: Faerie goddess; how she created the Fae and why they split into two races; that she carried a wand with her that channeled her power. The source of her power is new though and I scan it quickly before I go back to read it all properly. It seems Savenir wasn’t just the Faerie goddess, she was, for lack of better words: Mother Nature. All of her power came from nature, the weather, the sea. She could harness both the sun and the lightning in her magick – her wand was infused withbothto create a fucking powerful weapon. She could command the seas and its creatures to do her bidding. She could talk to trees and instruct the Earth-bound creatures to see to her whims. Myth also has it that she not only created the Fae, she also produced half the creatures of Minerva – the white magick Realm that houses the Pixies, the Elves, the Dryads and White Witches.
“Holy shit,” I breathe as her supposed achievements are laid bare for me to take in. “Why the hell does Rath’Na think this power is in me?”
I’m self-aware enough to know that I haven’t got an ounce of this kind of power. It’s making me sweat to think about how much magick she must’ve possessed. Also, if she had so much magickal power, how did Tiamat manage to kill her? I scour the rest of the pages, but I see nothing on her death, or her life, not really. There’s nothing on how she lived, or why she decided to create any of these creatures. I only have Rath’Na’s recount of her, but I’m not entirely sure that I want to ask him. He will take my curiosity as acceptance, and I don’t think that I accept it. At least not the bit about her power being in me. It makes no sense. Why me? Why not her daughter, or her granddaughter, or… ugh, Ambrosia. Okay, scrap that. Thank the old gods it’snother. That would be bad for not only this World butallthe Worlds.
Standing up, I replace the book, then I head out to walk the Palace grounds and have a chat with my ravens. I have things I need to tell them, and only them. I can’t bring myself to tell my men about this yet. They will fall all over themselves to make me find the power in myself, and I haven’t even wrapped my head around it that it is apossibilityyet.
Damn Rath’Na. Why did I have to meet him and rescue him? He has thrown my head into turmoil. I should forget what he said and carry on as I was before I ever heard about gods and goddesses.
Avoiding all of the communal parts, I head deep into the winding corridors of the residential areas.
As I turn a corner, I nearly jump out of my skin, my hand going straight to my thigh and my wand.
“Going somewhere in particular?” Jerrick asks me as he leans up against the wall, playing with his dagger.
“How long have you been following me?” I ask, with narrowed eyes.
“All day,” he says. “You were in the library for a while.”
I don’t think the sentence is accusatory, but I grimace at him anyway.
“I was reading,” I snap unnecessarily.
He holds his hands up, giving me a wary stare. “I wasn’t being critical.”
“Sorry,” I mumble and hold my hand out for him.
He takes it and kisses it, drawing me closer. I turn myself away from him to give him a half cuddle that makes him sigh.
“The wand. You can’t touch it.”
