A Princess' Heart
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
672
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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A Princess' Heart
Author's Note: Hello everyone! I'm probably going to be taking a lot of liberties about fairies... so I'll apologize beforehand. This story just came up suddenly and it wouldn't go away so I decided to write it... hope everyone likes it! If you can, please rate&review!
PROLOGUE
~*Fae Court*~
"The king of the Air Fae is dead." The words rang out with cold clarity in the court. Silence reigned for the first few seconds, every member frozen in shock. Then, the loud sobbing began, the tearing of clothing, the wails. The man who had broadcasted the news simply remained in his position, his face immobile and eyes cast in shadow, as mayhem ruled the court.
The queen of the Fae stood, her face equally unrevealing. She was as beautiful as an icicle, glistening and sparkling, yet with no warmth or life. Dressed in robes of resplendent white and gold, Aelia stared with cool, unwavering blue eyes at the messenger. There was no sadness in the expressionless gaze. "Is that true, messenger?" she said, speaking in an equally icy tone.
He merely nodded, bowing to her as respect demanded. "Get up," the queen demanded, and the man did so. No one saw the cruel smile spread across her face. "So my daughter is next in line to rule," she mused to no one in particular. Gathering her thoughts, Aelia, the queen of the air fae said sharply, "Control yourselves!"
The fae ceased crying, knowing the cold wrath of the queen, that had been withheld as long as the king had lived. Now, with his death, it had been unleashed, and no one wished to feel the whip upon their skin. Hastily, the fairies formed a semblance of expressionlessness, even as their hearts wept inside.
"Excuse me, Queen Aelia, but have you not heard the saying that one must not count their chickens before they have hatched?" spoke a quiet voice. The queen's face hardened, her blue eyes darkened.
"Who dares speak?" the queen intoned in a lethal voice. Her eyes scanned the fairies in the court, looking for the rude intruder.
Then, a man drifted into the room. He was as handsome as a god, with amber hair that rippled down a muscular back, and eyes like emerald flames. The man wore dark forest-green silk trousers edged in silver, with a black top. Although his mouth was set in a smirk, and his voice drawling, his green eyes were burning with anger mixed with sadness. Intensity flowed from the man.
The queen hissed, "I should have known it was you, Drelias."
"My dear Aelia, you needn't act so polite. It's only me after all," Drelias said sarcastically. "I suppose you're exuberant over Trelian's death." His jaw tightened as he said the king's name, and emotion tinged the emerald eyes.
A look of false sadness replaced the anger in Aelia's face. "You always did think the worst of me Drelias. I loved Trelian..."
Harsh laughter exploded from the man, and his hand ruffled his dark blond hair from his face. "Do you really think I am as gullible as Trelian was? I can see through all the plastic, my dear, and underneath that sparkle, is the ugliest form of evil ever to be created. But that's another story," Drelias said, laughing again when Aelia's face revealed her indignation.
"Whatever you may say, my daughter WILL inherit the throne."
"Are you so sure about that, Aelia? I wouldn't..." He drew out a pile of heavy diary of a light brown leather bound in gold from his jacket, and handed it to the queen. "Go to the last entry, dear Aelia," Drelias spoke, in a sweetly poisonous voice. "I'm sure you'll find it interesting..."
The court watched as the queen read, horror spreading across every feature, until it had transformed it completely.
PROLOGUE
~*Fae Court*~
"The king of the Air Fae is dead." The words rang out with cold clarity in the court. Silence reigned for the first few seconds, every member frozen in shock. Then, the loud sobbing began, the tearing of clothing, the wails. The man who had broadcasted the news simply remained in his position, his face immobile and eyes cast in shadow, as mayhem ruled the court.
The queen of the Fae stood, her face equally unrevealing. She was as beautiful as an icicle, glistening and sparkling, yet with no warmth or life. Dressed in robes of resplendent white and gold, Aelia stared with cool, unwavering blue eyes at the messenger. There was no sadness in the expressionless gaze. "Is that true, messenger?" she said, speaking in an equally icy tone.
He merely nodded, bowing to her as respect demanded. "Get up," the queen demanded, and the man did so. No one saw the cruel smile spread across her face. "So my daughter is next in line to rule," she mused to no one in particular. Gathering her thoughts, Aelia, the queen of the air fae said sharply, "Control yourselves!"
The fae ceased crying, knowing the cold wrath of the queen, that had been withheld as long as the king had lived. Now, with his death, it had been unleashed, and no one wished to feel the whip upon their skin. Hastily, the fairies formed a semblance of expressionlessness, even as their hearts wept inside.
"Excuse me, Queen Aelia, but have you not heard the saying that one must not count their chickens before they have hatched?" spoke a quiet voice. The queen's face hardened, her blue eyes darkened.
"Who dares speak?" the queen intoned in a lethal voice. Her eyes scanned the fairies in the court, looking for the rude intruder.
Then, a man drifted into the room. He was as handsome as a god, with amber hair that rippled down a muscular back, and eyes like emerald flames. The man wore dark forest-green silk trousers edged in silver, with a black top. Although his mouth was set in a smirk, and his voice drawling, his green eyes were burning with anger mixed with sadness. Intensity flowed from the man.
The queen hissed, "I should have known it was you, Drelias."
"My dear Aelia, you needn't act so polite. It's only me after all," Drelias said sarcastically. "I suppose you're exuberant over Trelian's death." His jaw tightened as he said the king's name, and emotion tinged the emerald eyes.
A look of false sadness replaced the anger in Aelia's face. "You always did think the worst of me Drelias. I loved Trelian..."
Harsh laughter exploded from the man, and his hand ruffled his dark blond hair from his face. "Do you really think I am as gullible as Trelian was? I can see through all the plastic, my dear, and underneath that sparkle, is the ugliest form of evil ever to be created. But that's another story," Drelias said, laughing again when Aelia's face revealed her indignation.
"Whatever you may say, my daughter WILL inherit the throne."
"Are you so sure about that, Aelia? I wouldn't..." He drew out a pile of heavy diary of a light brown leather bound in gold from his jacket, and handed it to the queen. "Go to the last entry, dear Aelia," Drelias spoke, in a sweetly poisonous voice. "I'm sure you'll find it interesting..."
The court watched as the queen read, horror spreading across every feature, until it had transformed it completely.