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December 28, 2023 - January 4, 2024
“No, Heir of Marvellas. You are exactly where you are meant to be.”
“Because it is what you are, golden-eyed child. Your power is what the land has been waiting for.”
“She is an oracle. She has the gift of foresight through the Spirits. She is your knowledge.”
Do not be fearful, Faythe, and be wary of colorless eyes.”
“Whatever makes you happy, Faythe. But he should know, fae or not…I’ll kick his ass if he hurts you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Stupid fae prick,”
His grip on her arm tightened slightly.
“I won’t be there, but I’ve made sure other guards will be. Whoever you fight tomorrow will not get the chance to seriously hurt you, certainly not kill you, before they have orders to intervene.” His voice was low and stern.
“You mean a great deal to me now, Faythe. I won’t let anyone harm you,”
His hand held her chin as he kissed her one last time.
“And now, I present the challenger.” The pit master’s voice faltered a little as he paused, already taking a step toward his exit. “Captain Varis of the Royal Guard!”
He halted, his sword mere inches from her neck…as she held the point of her dagger under his chin. A mutual defeat. The crowd fell mute.
“I’m going to miss you,” Faythe whispered, not trusting her voice to sound steady. He gave her a sad smile. “There will never be another like you, Faythe. Human, fae, highborn, commoner… Never another soul like yours.”
“Guards took her, said it was for treason, but she would never—”
They weren’t alone.
Her heart shattered, and the world tilted as she looked straight into the expressionless eyes…of Nik.
The male looking at her now held no warmth and no recognition.
His grip on her arms loosened, and his hands fell as his mind began to fade to blackness… Faythe let his body fall.
“Oh, I assure you, I am very serious. In return for my sparing your life and dismissing your treason, the rest of your days will be bound to my service as my spymaster. However, you will live here under an alias as emissary to the humans in the presence of any…guests.”
word to me, and I’ll tear the damned wall down to get you out,” he mumbled into her hair. Gods, she knew he would—or would at least die trying. “I’ll be okay,” she repeated.
Valgard.
