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April 16 - April 19, 2025
No one could blame them for their urgency to escape the village of Mistfell; to get away from the magical boundary that separated us from them. The Fae of Alfheimr.
Everyone who had any sense hated being so close to the Veil and what it represented.
The people who were forced to work in the King’s Garden were the poorest of Mistfell and the neighboring villages; the ones who were the most expendable to Lord Byron.
“Love should always come first. We’ve gotten lost as a whole if we’ve forgotten that.
There was a time when people would have burned the world down for those they loved,” he said.
“You have the sense of direction of a hydra.” “Aren’t they blind?”
“I wish I was a hydra,” I teased. “Then I could just swallow you whole and not have to endure your endless hovering anymore.” “My star, you can swallow me whole anytime you—” I smacked him in the stomach, drawing pleasure in the grunt that rolled into a laugh as the strike cut him off.
“Tell me again how much you don’t want me, my star. I do so love the way you lie.”
He felt like coming home after years away, and the breath he expelled into my lungs was the first true breath I’d taken; one of pure, frosty air.
“If the Viniculum supposedly makes me more agile, why doesn’t it stop me from tripping over my own feet?”
“You know how a newborn fawn has to learn to walk on new legs?” he asked,
I gasped, staring at him in shock. “Did you just compare me to something that’s never walked before?”
“First, I have the sense of direction of a hydra and now I walk like a stumbling newborn deer. You truly know how to compliment the woman you’re trying to bed, Caelum the Marked,”
“You’re perfect just as you are, Little One—stumbling on awkward legs and horrible sense of direction included.
I cracked the flat side of my wooden sword against his kneecap hard enough that the smack echoed through the room.
“There she is,” he said, his voice dripping with approval and physical attraction. “It really isn’t normal how much you enjoy it when I hit you,”
“And I will very much enjoy watching you cut down our enemies at my side one day.”
He was the worst of the Fae. The worst of the creatures who could kill without thought and bring entire cities to their knees.
“Caldris. The God of the Dead,”
