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Sing to dragons. Feed hungry moss elves. Seek the gold hiding in hardened hearts. And remember, kindness wins battles, too.
‘Love goes by haps; Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.’- Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing.
remember these three things: One, never be fooled by fae beauty because they’re all jerks. Every last one of them. Two, don’t ever promise them anything. And, three, no matter how much they’d like to, they can’t lie. That last point is important. They will twist and omit and evade until the cows come home. So listen carefully to every single word the sly snakes hiss at you, because doing so may save your life.”
“Say hello to forever for us, won’t you, Lara dear? Sing him a pretty song. Aer’s very jealous, you know. She wanted to be the one.”
“Hello, goblin girl. So, tell me, from which tree stump did you crawl out?”
Honor your vow. Stay still. And don’t speak unless I command it.”
In answer to the ridiculous compliment, he sniffs and licks and whines at her neck in ecstasy.
“Why are you laughing?” I demand. “What else can I do? Crying won’t do me any good. You should try smiling sometime, too. A relaxed attitude improves most circumstances.”
I have a bone-deep premonition this girl is going to cause me the worst kind of trouble—infinite and unfathomable.
Handsome is as handsome does, Lara. Don’t believe pretty lies from pretty mouths. Instead, let their actions speak to your heart. The truth shines in deeds, always has and always will.
“I see and hear you clearly.” Her voice ricochets off the walls. “You have a gift. And you must remember that here in Faery, music is magic, so wield your power wisely. And do not give in to fear, for the wind will take your troubles away.”
There are four things I want. Rest. Peace. Obedience. And an unkempt human girl to do with as I will.
One: In my mind before, I compared her to a fae lover as though it were an inevitable outcome. And two: She’s stolen my king.
If by another’s hand the chosen dies, then before their blood fully weeps and dries, black will fade to gray, gray to white, and white to never. Never was the darkest taint and never will it ever be.”
Lara bears the mark of the garnet dragonfly. The mark of my fated queen.
“We’ll see about that.” I pick up a statue of a falcon from a nearby pedestal and thump it three times against the solid door. “Everend Calidore Fionbharr, you evil fricking faery, open up. You’re a royal waste of space—”
“Fairest Black Blood prince and his lady, valiant Lara of the human realm, we wish you much happiness and joy. Take heart, a new dawn always follows the darkest of nights. May your paths be always filled with light.”
My transport won’t wait forever. Forever. Wait for ever. For. Ever. Ever.
