The Crown of Oaths and Curses (The Mortal Fates #1)

by J. Bree

I’ve long since suspected my own mate is a Seelie princess, and if she’s half as loyal, capable, and beautiful as the Outlands princess was, then the Fates will have blessed me beyond measure.

LMAO YOU IN FOR A RUDE AWAKENING

A high fae princess for whom I will accept nothing but the best.

oh boy.....

he doesn't say a word. We continue walking, the irritation of the princes palpable, though the other

He might be every bit the gorgeous high fae, but a cold heart beats in his chest, one that has no room for warmth in it toward me.

Patience Deary patience

Memories flood back to me…the playful tone of her voice, the soft moans she sent to me through our mind link, her willing submission to every last one of my demands as she pleasured herself while she bathed.

LMAOOOK HELLO!?

My treatment here in the castle says I should stay here and leave them to figure it out on their own.

YOU SHOULD GIRL FUCK HIMMMMM

She steps aside, moving back even as she watches me closely. I have no doubt that she will step in if at any point she thinks I’m endangering the princess, but I’m also aware that I’ll knock her out if that moment comes.

QUEEN SHITTTTT

“I thought you said it was safe, Soren. This doesn't look very safe to me.”

Die. because he told you it wasn't loser

She bursts into tears, words tumbling out of her in a mess, “The witch, the witch came for the princess, she killed the soldier, the witch is going to kill us all—“

THIS DUMB BITCH

After changing the sheets and cleaning up, we get the princess tucked back into the bed, busy acts of service that have always warmed me. The ways in which women come together to help each other during this sacred time…it’s as the Fates designed us, and though my presence was never requested, I still feel the weight of that honor on me.

YOU BETTER MOTHERRRRR

I didn't cast the curse, and I certainly had no part in this war, but I’m still the enemy in their eyes. In any other circumstance, it wouldn't bother me, but the loss of a child is something I would never take lightly. I have helped bring too many into this world and out, the Fates choosing our paths but never with mercy.

Exactly like bro be so fr rn it's giving Species Racism

Men’s egos have no place in such matters, and I’ll kick them both out of here if they attempt to intervene.

TALK YOUR SHIT QUEEN

After I leave Airlie and the witch under the seething guard of Tauron, I call Firna and Tyton into my reception room to question them about the full extent of the damage the witch had done.

He's still a dumbass

She was strong enough to break through the iron door, knock two high fae unconscious without harming them, and then break the curse. She’s been sitting in that dirty, dark hole under the ground for weeks, pretending to be at our mercy, and all the while she was playing a game.

You did that not her YOU LEWSER

I'm getting quite tired of everyone telling me the same thing as though it’s as simple as agreeing and taking her to my bed.

DIEEEEE DEATH TO ALL OF THEM

Whatever we need to do to keep this baby safe, I’ll do it.

Yeah and that means keeping the witch at your side loser

Why would I leave him now to an unknown future and in the care of a race who have forgotten so much?

CAUSE HES DUMBBBBB A STRAIGHT UP DUMMY

I’ve never held this high-fae prince in lower regard than I do now, my opinion of him reaching the deepest pits of Elysium the moment those words slip from his mouth, uncaring of the hundreds of thousands lost to such actions across the ocean.

LMAO YES HES A FAWKING LEWSER

“The goblins never stopped speaking to the trees. The Ravenswyrd has missed you for a very long time, and the sorrowful melody it sang for you reached far across the kingdom. I hope you return to the trees again soon, they have mourned your loss.”

There’s nothing that we can do as the witch charms the Goblin King, speaking to him in the goblin tongue while the translator remains silent at his side.

SHES LITTERALLY HAVINF A CINVERSATION WTFFF

My gut clenches, my tone harsh as I snap, “You truly believe I'm going to marry you?”

FAWKING LEWSERRRR

“This is the healer's quarters. You'll stay here from now on.” Her eyebrows rise a little, but she steps into the room confidently.

IMPROVEMENTS YUHHHH

We watch as the water on the stove begins to boil, and she places each of the tools within the pot as the bubbles engulf them. I don't understand this practice, but none of it appears dangerous to Airlie or the baby. Still, I watch it all.

TO CLEAN THE TOOLS LEWSER

“All of the lower fae and part-bloods know of the Ravenswyrd Forest and what lies within. Many high fae as well. Just because it's outside your knowledge doesn't make it false.”

PREWCHHHHHH TELL HIMMM

I ignore Prince Soren’s presence in the corner, knowing well that if I open my mouth right now, a curse will fall from my lips and his life will be forfeit. The land would welcome his blood spilled in sacrifice, but the Fates would be swift in their own reply to my disobedience.

LMAOOO

This is what the high fae have forgotten. This is why the land withers. Every innocent witch you killed, every one of my kind who chose to hold to our traditions and reject Kharl’s war, all of them gave themselves to the land, over and over again. All of them lived in the cycle of life, and you murdered them. Senseless killings because the high fae trust only their own, care only for themselves and those who they exploit. This is why your people are ruined. Not me.

YEAHHHHGH SPEAK YOUR TRUTH BOOKIE

That doesn't look like freedom to me, not as I know it.

YEAH CAUSE ITS NOT LOSER

Once it’s clean, I bandage the entire area tightly, mimicking the patterns that the witch made on Roan's chest. It's a much better technique than my own, which I learned on the battlefield out of necessity, and once I’m able to sleep, my high-fae healing will kick in to knit my skin back together, safe now that the wound is clean.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Prince Soren nudges his horse forward, squeezing onto the path next to me and glaring down at me. “You’re leading us into a trap. I told the trees I wouldn't harm you as long as you didn't trick us, and you bring us to a coven? Can they save you from me now, witch?”

DUMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY STOP AND THINK KIKE BRO

WHAT IS WRONG WOTH YOU

The walls of the hut begin to close in on me, the air heating up and squeezing from my lungs until I’m sure she’s cursed me. The thumping of my heart in my chest breaks me out of the spiral, loud enough to stop my racing thoughts and center me in the tiny room once more. This place is evil.

BROOOO

She’s too practiced at all of this for my liking, too comfortable in the saddle and steady with Northern Star. Everything about her is too confident, as though she knows more about the world than we do and has superiority over us as a result.

EVERTHING HE SAYS JUST PISSES ME OFF

I’m done giving kindnesses to those who spit in my face in return.

YEAHHHH YOU BETTER

I lock the door securely behind us, my hands steady despite the overwhelm in my mind, her calm demeanor irritating me further. I want to poke at her, to claw at her mind the way she does mine, but her promise of death still lies between us.

HES JUST FAWKING BOREDDDD BRO

The witch’s eyes light up as she scurries over to him, murmuring quietly in the goblin tongue. The soldier smiles at her, his face transforming as they converse in that harsh foreign tongue like old friends. After a long stream of this, the witch finally remembers she has an audience of high fae, poised and ready to slit both of their throats for the scheming and conniving the two of them are clearly doing.

HE IS SO DUMB HE IS JUST BORED BRO SIS OS IS HAPPY BECAUSE OF PLANTS, MEDICINES AND HERBS BE SO FR RN

“Only if the witch is truly our enemy. Otherwise, he's offering his loyalty to your mate and the queen who will sit at your side. Your father fought for centuries to gain that man's respect and failed. She’s gotten it with one meeting. I wouldn’t dismiss that easily, Soren.”

SPEAK ON ITTTTTTTTT❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

My eyes turn toward my Fates-cursed mate as she bows and smiles at the goblin soldier, and my suspicions of her grow stronger.

ALL BECAUSE SHES SMILING

“Get up. I’m taking you before the prince to answer for your crimes.”

Theyy deadass pissing me off

It's not my fate to be with this female, no matter what the Fates may say.

The sigh that just left my mouth bro…….

I jerk my head at Reed and motion toward the doors. “Take her to the dungeon and keep her from casting her magic, with whatever force is necessary. There's no point listening to her rambling any more than we have to. The witch seeks to sow terror amongst the high fae, to weaken our ranks and ensure we fall victim to the stinking, worthless hordes of her people as they advance on Yregar.”

ARE YOU FAEKING KIDDING ME LIKE WHAT THE FAWK SHE HASNT DONE ANYTHINNGHEE JUST A LIARR LIKE I SWEARRRRR IF SHE DOESNT GET HER LICK BSCK IM BURNING THIS BOOK BRO I SWEAR

Tauron takes up one of the bows and nocks an arrow, then shoots without thought of the Fates’ punishment, but the witch sidesteps it without so much as a glance in his direction, magic falling from her in waves that beckon and call out for all who surround her to take notice of the power she holds.

SIRE YOU FR DAWG

Something close to awe begins to bloom in my gut, warmth spreading through my limbs with every passing moment of the display before me. She is a sight to behold.

I hope you die mwah<3

merciless in all the ways I thought she would be with the high fae,

I don’t need the tug of the Fates in my chest to lead me to her. I might have been wrong about her allegiances and her motives, but she’s definitely a beacon, only I’m the one drawn to her and unable to resist the pull.

GET OUT MY FAWKING FACE

I hold out a hand to her with the intention of carrying her behind me on Nightspark for the trip back to Yregar, but she stares at my hand like it's a death curse.

LITERALLY EAT SHIT BRO

“That doesn't look like begging to me. I'd rather walk until my feet bleed.”

I WANT HIM TO GROVEL TO HER ON ALL FOURS HE NEEDS A COLLAR AND SHE NEEDS TO TUG HIM BY THE LEASH LIKE DEADASS