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“Even gods can be brought down. Have you learned nothing from my experience?” he says earnestly.
“I don’t think the Fae will be happy with their Queen’s choices, but I don’t think they will act on it to the extent that you are suggesting,” I venture.
“Prepare for the worst,” he clips out. “Now, I will ask you again…”
“No need,” I interrupt him. “I’ve got your back.”
He nods grimly and heads off after Savvie.
I watch him go, hanging back while I contemplate his words. I don’t truly believe that they will start a coup over this, but picking us off one by one, starting with the weakest links, one of whom definitely has the balls to even think about coming here? Maybe.
Rath is right; we need to stick together, have each other’s backs and support Savvie one hundred percent on this. Me more than the others as her Fae mate. If they see that I accept this, theymaybe more inclined to also accept their Queen’s choices.
Hopefully, all of this is us being overly cautious, and everything will be smooth sailing.
Unfortunately, the ravens beating at the high stained-glass ceiling in their droves doesn’t fill me with confidence, at all.
Chapter 16
Savannah
Standing in front of the hall full of Dark Fae, I use my empathic ability to feel what they are feeling. I close my eyes and brace myself, expecting a torrent of emotion, but it’s not like that at all. It is completely calm. I can feel everything from every one of them, but it’s easy. There’s no work in it at all. Impressed, I open my eyes again and smile. That is a goddess power, I’m sure of it. They are growing quickly, and I can’t wait to find out what else I can do. Unfortunately, using this ability doesn’t give me much insight into how this announcement will go. They are all wondering what I’m doing up here. Some assume it has to do with setting a wedding date with Trey, some think that I’m going to declare war on the Light Fae, and some even think that I’m going to finally tell them who Rath is and why he is here. Sadly, none of those are on the agenda.
“This will be fine,” Trey says to me, grabbing my hand when he sees my sudden attack of nerves.
“No, it won’t,” I whisper in a panic, shaking my head. “They aren’t going to accept this.”
“So what?” Trey says, taking both of my hands as I turn towards him. “You are their Queen, theirgoddess. You tell them, and they accept it. It’s simple.”
“If only,” I mutter.
“Itis,” he insists.
“Where are Rook and Theo?” I ask anxiously. Trey, Jerrick and Rath are already here.
“Rook is trying to sort out the birds…” He points upwards. “Theo is with him.” He avoids my eyes for a moment but then smiles at me. “They will be here soon.”
“What’s with the ravens this time?” I wonder out loud. I can hear them from inside, going as mad as they did last time.
I’m not left waiting long to have any rhetorical question answered. Harris bursts into the hall and makes his way over to Jerrick immediately. His face is serious, and I gulp.
Pulling away from Trey, I move over to see what is going on.
Jerrick gives me a worried look before his face goes neutral and business-like. “Your Majesty,” he states formally. “You are requested in your office.”
“By whom?” I ask suspiciously.
“By the Head of the Dark Fae Guard,” he says and stalks off.
Gaping after him and his rude attitude, I have to assume something major is going on that requires me to have my Queen head on, not my girlfriend head. I rush after him, giving Petle a vague gesture to inform the gathering that I’ll be right back. She gets what I’m saying and turns to address the crowd. What a gem. I’ll have to thank Gramps for giving her to me next time I see him. Oddly, Ihaven’tseen him for a while. He must be staying well out of the way so that no one goes to him, they come tome.
I hurry after Jerrick with Trey and Rath close behind me. Closing the door behind me, I face Jerrick.
“What is it that couldn’t wait?” I ask.
“Ambrosia,” he growls. “The Light Fae’s new Queen has taken it upon herself to do more than just kill your ravens. She has declared war on you personally.”
“Oh?” I ask archly. “What does she want? Pistols at dawn?”
