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his eyes. She grabbed his hand and
placed it against her cheek. "I did it." She smiled at him before
turning to the water king. "You can let me go now. Thank you,
Derian."
The water king inclined his head and pulled
his thumb away from the Custodian's ankle.
A collective sigh from the group grabbed
Faedra's attention. Jocelyn lunged forward and threw her arms
around her friend.
"Oh, thank Kernunnos you are safe!" she
whispered in Faedra's ear. "You scared me."
Jocelyn pulled back.
"I scared myself," Faedra said.
"Jocelyn, if you don't mind." Faen gently
pushed his sister to one side and scooped up his charge. "I wish to
get this young lady home."
Faedra cast a sheepish glance around the rest
of the group and felt her cheeks heat, and it wasn't from her
power. "Put me down, Faen. I'm perfectly capable of walking."
"No."
Faedra's eyebrows shot up. "No?"
Faen's eyes fixed her with a no-nonsense
glare as she felt his muscles tense around her. "No," he
repeated.
Since when did he get all bossy? "Well,
um...okay then." Faedra wasn't in the mood to argue with him,
knowing full well she could make him put her down at any time,
something he undoubtedly knew, too. But, truth be told, she rather
enjoyed being wrapped in his arms and decided she didn't much care
what anyone else was thinking. She felt Faen's tension release and
laid her head against his shoulder.
"Very well, then," she said, a wry smile
curving her lip. "Home, James, and don't spare the horses."
Faen's lips twitched but he said nothing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, My Lady." A young, fair-haired fairy
with luminescent wings rounded a corner in the castle and came face
to face with Faedra and Faen the next day. She clasped her hands
together and held them close to her heart. "I am so glad I found
you," she breathed as she hovered in front of the Custodian. She
cast Faen an acknowledgment with the incline of her head.
"Sir."
Faen reciprocated. "Erin."
"What's wrong, Erin?" Faedra asked.
"Your father wishes to speak with you in his
library, My Lady."
"Did he mention what it was about?"
Erin lowered herself to the ground. "No, My
Lady. He did say it was of the utmost importance, though."
"Thank you, Erin."
"My lady." Erin gave Faedra a quick curtsy
before taking flight and disappearing around the corner from whence
she came.
Faedra looked up at Faen. "Probably some last
minute wedding preparations."
"Probably."
"We better not keep him waiting," Faedra
said, squeezing Faen's hand. "I'm starting to wonder who's more
excited about this wedding. Him or me?"
"Neither," Faen said.
Faedra threw him an odd look.
"I think it's me," Faen leaned over and
whispered in her ear, causing Faedra's smile to nearly split her
face in two. She turned her head and planted a soft kiss on her
fiancé’s lips.
"This time tomorrow, you'll be my husband,"
she murmured. Her warm breath fanning over his cheek.
"I know." Faen scooped her up and twirled her
around in the corridor, narrowly missing a couple of unsuspecting
guards that chose that moment to be walking down the hallway. They
scooted to either side to avoid being clocked by Faedra's wayward
feet.
Faedra squealed. "Put me down, you big oaf."
She doffed him on the arm.
Faen obliged, keeping hold of her hand.
"Come on, let's go see what Father
wants."
***
"Father, you wanted to see..." Faedra came to
a dead stop as soon as she burst through the door to her father's
library, causing Faen to bump into her back. "...me." She finished
her sentence.
The king stood, and his guest turned as she
entered.
"Ambassador Zaven," Faedra stated.
"Princess Faedra," Zaven reciprocated her
terse greeting with a polite incline of his head.
Faedra felt Faen tense beside her. His hand
squeezing hers just a bit tighter. Faedra braced herself for
Zaven's hatred to hit, but her brow furrowed when all she could
sense from the ambassador was...hmm...nothing. She gave him a
considering look. His emotions were on lockdown. It was
placed it against her cheek. "I did it." She smiled at him before
turning to the water king. "You can let me go now. Thank you,
Derian."
The water king inclined his head and pulled
his thumb away from the Custodian's ankle.
A collective sigh from the group grabbed
Faedra's attention. Jocelyn lunged forward and threw her arms
around her friend.
"Oh, thank Kernunnos you are safe!" she
whispered in Faedra's ear. "You scared me."
Jocelyn pulled back.
"I scared myself," Faedra said.
"Jocelyn, if you don't mind." Faen gently
pushed his sister to one side and scooped up his charge. "I wish to
get this young lady home."
Faedra cast a sheepish glance around the rest
of the group and felt her cheeks heat, and it wasn't from her
power. "Put me down, Faen. I'm perfectly capable of walking."
"No."
Faedra's eyebrows shot up. "No?"
Faen's eyes fixed her with a no-nonsense
glare as she felt his muscles tense around her. "No," he
repeated.
Since when did he get all bossy? "Well,
um...okay then." Faedra wasn't in the mood to argue with him,
knowing full well she could make him put her down at any time,
something he undoubtedly knew, too. But, truth be told, she rather
enjoyed being wrapped in his arms and decided she didn't much care
what anyone else was thinking. She felt Faen's tension release and
laid her head against his shoulder.
"Very well, then," she said, a wry smile
curving her lip. "Home, James, and don't spare the horses."
Faen's lips twitched but he said nothing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, My Lady." A young, fair-haired fairy
with luminescent wings rounded a corner in the castle and came face
to face with Faedra and Faen the next day. She clasped her hands
together and held them close to her heart. "I am so glad I found
you," she breathed as she hovered in front of the Custodian. She
cast Faen an acknowledgment with the incline of her head.
"Sir."
Faen reciprocated. "Erin."
"What's wrong, Erin?" Faedra asked.
"Your father wishes to speak with you in his
library, My Lady."
"Did he mention what it was about?"
Erin lowered herself to the ground. "No, My
Lady. He did say it was of the utmost importance, though."
"Thank you, Erin."
"My lady." Erin gave Faedra a quick curtsy
before taking flight and disappearing around the corner from whence
she came.
Faedra looked up at Faen. "Probably some last
minute wedding preparations."
"Probably."
"We better not keep him waiting," Faedra
said, squeezing Faen's hand. "I'm starting to wonder who's more
excited about this wedding. Him or me?"
"Neither," Faen said.
Faedra threw him an odd look.
"I think it's me," Faen leaned over and
whispered in her ear, causing Faedra's smile to nearly split her
face in two. She turned her head and planted a soft kiss on her
fiancé’s lips.
"This time tomorrow, you'll be my husband,"
she murmured. Her warm breath fanning over his cheek.
"I know." Faen scooped her up and twirled her
around in the corridor, narrowly missing a couple of unsuspecting
guards that chose that moment to be walking down the hallway. They
scooted to either side to avoid being clocked by Faedra's wayward
feet.
Faedra squealed. "Put me down, you big oaf."
She doffed him on the arm.
Faen obliged, keeping hold of her hand.
"Come on, let's go see what Father
wants."
***
"Father, you wanted to see..." Faedra came to
a dead stop as soon as she burst through the door to her father's
library, causing Faen to bump into her back. "...me." She finished
her sentence.
The king stood, and his guest turned as she
entered.
"Ambassador Zaven," Faedra stated.
"Princess Faedra," Zaven reciprocated her
terse greeting with a polite incline of his head.
Faedra felt Faen tense beside her. His hand
squeezing hers just a bit tighter. Faedra braced herself for
Zaven's hatred to hit, but her brow furrowed when all she could
sense from the ambassador was...hmm...nothing. She gave him a
considering look. His emotions were on lockdown. It was
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