Fae Queen
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Marick was magnetic and had every one of the hunters wrapped around her little finger. My favourite kitchen lady had put some weight on her small frame, but still, she struggled to eat enough calories. We figured that because her magic was so strong, she burned her food off before her body could use it. We took her to healers, but they all said there was nothing wrong with her, she was merely blessed with more magic than she could handle at her age.
“Come on you two, it’s time for dinner,” Daisy untangled himself from the girl and came racing towards the back door on hard flapping wings. Marick shifted back into a fox and raced the bird through the door and down the hall to the dining room where all the hard, battle-worn hunters pandered to her every whim, giving her ice cream for dinner and pouring her fresh squeezed orange juice.
I walked through the doorway and was caught up by Roman’s steely arms as he spun me around and kissed me against the wall of the dining room, making the hunters whistle and call.
“Thanks for that,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes at his goofy grin and covertly flipping off the hunters while Marick’s back was turned. Cutting down on the swearing had been hard at first. I had never been around a child before, though Marick was probably old enough that I wouldn’t have damaged her too badly with a few f-bombs. I had promised Helena that I would take care of her and I was going to do the best job I could.
Our life had settled into a strange routine of playing house with our unusual family.
“Come on, Lex,” Roman whispered as he ushered me out of the crowded room and down the hall to the entertainment room. I got a quick glance at the room, the couches pushed to the sides, before the door swung shut, dropping us back into the darkness again. Roman led me to the center of the room.
He left me standing there in the dark room and I was about to object when the gentle piano tinkle of Puccini’s Musetta’s Waltz came through the surround sound speakers on the wall. He took my hand in his and rested his other hand on the small of my back, pulling me close to him.
We danced until the end of time.
Or there about.
The End.
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Printed in the United States of America
First Printing: Nov 2018
ISBN- 978-1-7752906-3-6