I stirred in the carriage seat at the sight of the old church steeple piercing the horizon. Ferngrove. The name whispered through my mind like a forgotten spell. We were still a distance away, the path ahead cluttered with tall bushes and looming trees, but I could see smoke rising from the valley below.My hands rested on my thighs as I steadied my breathing and gathered my thoughts, the rhythmic gallop of the horses a soothing counterpoint to the rocky, grassy terrain. Somehow, I had slept through the entire ride. Exhaustion had claimed me barely ten minutes after we left Valen's country estate. Perhaps it was intentional, a way to ensure I didn’t see the path we took. They were determined to keep the entrance to Lyria a secret.I glanced up at the sky through the carriage window, hoping to catch a glimpse of Rhaenan. Valen had promised he would watch over me, but there was no sign of the warm hearted faerie. Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I tried to imagine the looks on every
The door swung open, and my father stepped into the room, his stern features momentarily softened by surprise. He paused, his eyes flicking between Edina and me, processing the unexpected reunion. His breath caught, and for a moment, he seemed unable to speak."Father," I greeted him, my voice steady despite the swirl of emotions within me."Maerwynn," he replied, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I didn't expect to see you here.""Nor did I," I admitted, forcing a small smile. "But it's good to be home."His gaze lingered on me, a storm of emotions crossing his face—relief, curiosity, disbelief. He took a tentative step forward, his hand reaching out as if to confirm I was real. "We- We thought you were dead. After all this time in Faerie land, we thought you were lost to us forever.""I nearly was," I said quietly, memories of the harrowing journey flashing through my mind. "But I survived."He shook his head, a mix of awe and confusion evident. "How did you escape? No one has ever
I awoke to the soft, early morning light filtering through the lace curtains of my old bedroom. For a moment, I lay still, my mind struggling to reconcile the familiar surroundings with the tumultuous events that had brought me back to Ferngrove. The quilted blanket, the carved wooden furniture, and the scent of lavender from the garden below—it all felt like a dream, too fragile to be real.I sat up slowly, letting my fingers trail over the edge of the bed, grounding myself in the texture of the embroidered coverlet. A hesitant smile tugged at my lips. I was home, truly home.The door creaked open, and a trio of maids bustled in, their presence both comforting and routine. Each moved with practiced efficiency, carrying towels, soaps, and steaming pitchers of water."Good morning, Lady Maerwynn," the head maid, Agnes, said with a respectful curtsy. "We've drawn your bath."I nodded, still a bit dazed. "Thank you, Agnes."Agnes, like Edina had said, oversees the others. She's more like
The sun was high in the sky, casting dappled light through the canopy as Adrian and I rode into the woods. The scent of pine and earth filled the air, mingling with the rhythmic thud of hooves on the forest floor. My senses were heightened, the world around me vivid and alive.Adrian rode close beside me, his presence a comforting shadow. The path ahead promised not only the thrill of the hunt but also a chance to reclaim a sense of normalcy, to remind myself of the strength I had gained."Ready for a real challenge?" Adrian called out, a playful gleam in his eyes.I grinned, feeling the excitement bubbling up inside me. "Always."We rode deeper into the woods, the sounds of the forest enveloping us. Birds chirped overhead, and the rustling of leaves whispered secrets in the breeze. It was a world away from the whispers of town gossip, a place where I could breathe freely.Suddenly, Adrian reined in his horse, holding up a hand. I followed his gaze and spotted a deer grazing in a smal
As the physician finished his work, the room fell into a tense silence. The injured man lay still, his breathing ragged but stable for now. The two hunters stood by, their faces etched with worry and exhaustion."We need to know more about this creature," the lead physician said, his voice grave. "If it attacked you once, it could attack others."The burly man nodded. "We'll help in any way we can, but we barely escaped with our lives. It was a miracle we managed to get him here."Edina stepped forward, her expression resolute. "We should warn the village. If this creature is as dangerous as you say, everyone needs to be wary of the woods for now and prepared as well."I nodded in agreement. "I should go with you, Edina. We need to inform my father and the council. They’ll know what to do."We hurried out of the infirmary, the air outside cool and bracing. The village was a bustle of activity, people going about their evening routines, unaware of the impending threat. That was an Alg
Perched on a gnarled oak, its weathered wings folded and unfurled with a rhythmic, almost hypnotic precision. The creature's body was an unsettling blend of sinewy strength and emaciated sharpness. Its talons gripped the branch like iron clamps, and its shimmering, predatory eyes scanned the assembly of hunters gathered at the base of the tree. It was every bit the nightmare predator I remembered."Now!" I yelled, my voice piercing the tense silence.A volley of arrows and spears shot towards the beast. I nocked an arrow in my bow, my heart pounding. Suddenly, its eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. Then, with a powerful thrust, it leaped from the branch, wings slicing through the air as it hurtled toward me. The missiles of the hunters passed through empty space, unable to find their mark. The creature moved with a spectral grace, weaving through the trees like a ghost until it was nearly upon me.Its talons extended, sharp and deadly, like a hawk closing
I sat still in the solace of my room as Adrian applied a soothing balm to my sides. His touch was gentle, each motion deliberate and precise. My eyes narrowed on the green balm, and I grimaced. The pain was stinging, but I had endured much worse. This balm was nothing compared to the agony of being wounded by the Algoths in that dark cave or the searing pain of Orlo's whip on my back, lashing my skin until it felt like it would be torn to pieces."You should not go for the hunt tomorrow," Adrian muttered, breaking the silence of the room. My eyes settled on him. He looked up at me, his gaze steadfast and concerned. "This is just a bruise, a cut, Maerwynn, but it could've been worse.""You have no idea what I faced in Lyria. This is nothing.""You keep talking about how much you faced, but your loved ones are just glad to have you back. They wish those times had never happened. Stop trying to prove something or solidify your point about how brave you were. We know how brave you are. S
Adrian and I spent the rest of the afternoon in the library, immersed in ancient tomes, scrolls, and maps. Piece by piece, the mysteries we sought to unravel began to take shape. The room was filled with the scent of old parchment and the soft rustling of pages. We were prepared for a long night of study and discovery.But then a messenger arrived, his face etched with sorrow and tragedy. We abandoned our work and hurried back to the mansion. Upon our return, I was struck by a sight that made my heart plummet—General Tsami lay lifeless on the cold stone floor, his body bloodied and wounded.Words failed me, and my knees buckled as I knelt beside his still form. Edina's sobs echoed in the room; she couldn't bear to look at the body. Tsami's eyes were closed forever, his face marred with scratches. Dark, sticky blood clung to his clothes."He was stabbed by the creature's claws while trying to save a hunter," one survivor explained, his voice trembling. "He told us to run, to escape and
MAERWYNN POVValen leaned back in his chair, sipping from his goblet of wine with an easy confidence that seemed to have returned alongside his power. He looked around at the three of us—Rhaenan, Caelora, and me—with a hint of a smile.“We fly for the main Court in two hours,” he announced, his voice carrying an edge of excitement under its usual composure.Rhaenan lifted an eyebrow, glancing at Valen with a dramatic sigh. “So, I see the power is back. Good news, I suppose.” His gaze shifted toward me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Whatever you did, Maerwynn, it was effective. Though, for the record, I’m not sure I want to know how it happened.”Valen chuckled, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, I’d be more than happy to explain—”Rhaenan cut him off with a hand raised in protest. “No, no, please spare me the details. Some mysteries are best left unsolved,” he said, feigning a shudder as he threw Caelora a look of mock horror. “Besides, I’m sure it involves far too much… bo
MAERWYNN POV Shifting closer, I positioned myself so his rigid length pressed perfectly between my thighs, resting hot and heavy against my aching core. The first touch of his silken skin against my slick folds drew simultaneous gasps from us, as if we’d both felt that spark travel straight to our bones.His fingers dug into my hips, possessive and grounding, while his gaze, dark and unwavering, held mine with a smoldering intensity."Need much of an excuse to keep me here, tangled in your sheets?" I teased, my fingers brushing along the line of his jaw. "And what if I don’t want to be kept?"His lips curved into a smirk, but his reply was soft, raw. “Then I would beg,” he murmured, the hoarse edge in his voice making it sound like a confession. “For you, I would. You've utterly destroyed me, Maerwynn. Do you have any idea what you've done?”The honesty in his words hit deeper than I’d expected, swelling an ache in my own chest that words could never touch.For him, I’d beg too. I’d
MAERWYNN POV My chest still heaved with ragged breaths, heart hammering as I stumbled to my feet, barely believing what I’d just done. I looked down at the ashes scattered where the Algoth had been, the ground blackened with the remnants of the creature. The red glow, the power that had surged from me—it was like nothing I’d ever felt, a fire born from desperation and fear, and it had obeyed me.Questions flooded my mind, but answers felt distant, as if buried beneath layers of fog. The silence of the woods pressed in around me, thick and watchful, broken only by my shaky breaths. I forced myself to calm down, to take stock of my surroundings. The forest no longer felt like an ally, each shadow seeming to shift with hidden threats, branches curling like reaching hands.I stumbled back down the path, my feet barely finding their footing on the uneven ground. I needed to find Valen, to feel the warmth and safety of his embrace again, to tell him everything that had happened. But even a
MAERWYNN POV I stirred in the dark, cocooned in warmth, Valen’s arm wrapped around me like a lifeline. His breath was steady against my neck, each exhale warm, soothing, grounding me in the present. Even in sleep, he held me close, fingers curled softly around my waist, as though he knew I needed him.But there it was again—a sound, just beyond the edges of my dreams, slipping into my mind like a whisper woven into the stillness of night. It was faint, almost like the rustling of leaves, but insistent.“Maerwynn…”The voice was soft, featherlight, yet it sent a chill down my spine. I blinked, squinting through the darkness of the room, trying to ground myself, trying to ignore it, but it tugged at me, pulling me out of the warmth, out of the comfort of Valen’s embrace.I shifted carefully, untangling myself from him. His arm slid away reluctantly, his hand slipping over the sheets, fingers brushing against me as if he sensed my leaving even in his sleep. I paused, just for a moment,
MAERWYNN POV“Who is Phillian?” I asked, watching Valen as we stood alone in his study. His fingers traced the air with effortless precision, casting spells that brought books gliding off the shelves, floating momentarily before finding their rightful places again.“The Prince of Lyria,” he replied casually, his attention still on the books. “He lives in the palace at the heart of Lyria. The Cidron is with him as well.”My heart gave an eager jolt at the mention of the Cidron. I’d heard stories about it for months, but to think I’d finally see it felt surreal. My mind drifted back to the map I’d seen, with the Palace—a tiny island nestled within the vastness of Lyria—right in the center of everything. But I couldn’t help my curiosity. “Why is he called Prince?”Valen seemed to read my thoughts, a faint smile playing on his lips. “We don’t have a king. Calling someone a ‘king’ would imply ownership of all the lands. But in truth, the five Lords rule over Lyria, with the Prince as an au
MAERWYNN POVAs I stepped into the garden, the morning air kissed my cheeks, carrying the scent of jasmine and damp earth. My gaze settled on Father, standing by Valen with a familiar ease that was surprising. They looked deep in conversation, voices low, their profiles softened by the sun filtering through the trees.Seeing me, Father’s face lifted, and a warmth filled his gaze. “Maerwynn,” he called, his tone laced with pride, though something softer lingered there too. He opened his arms, and before I knew it, I was wrapped in his embrace, the strength of his hold as grounding as the roots of an ancient tree.I waited, almost held my breath, expecting him to ask why I would leave with the faeries when Ferngrove had always been my home. My place was here, wasn’t it? Among the people I’d grown up with, the quiet familiarity of this town, the humans who felt so much like family. And yet, a deeper part of me whispered otherwise.I wasn’t like them—hadn’t been for as long as I could rem
MAERWYNN POVThe days that followed were as bleak as the encroaching winter. Valen and the others were leaving today, and so was I. Ferngrove had been my home, but Lyria was now my future, not just because of my mating bond with Valen, one of its High Lords, but because unlike Ferngrove, I had earned my place there.I had fought, survived, and therefore, I deserved to live in Lyria. Besides Father and Edina, there was nothing left for me here but names like "Faerie whore." Many in the village had wondered how I survived the trials of Lyria and emerged unscathed, suspiciously close to one of its leaders.Of course, the simplest explanation they could come up with was that I had slept my way through it all. The whispers were painful, but if even Adrian—the one person I thought would stand by me—could say such a thing, then I knew it was on everyone else’s lips too.“You’re gripping that bag awfully tight,” Valen’s voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to see him leaning casually ag
MAERWYNN POV The past week had been a blur of grief and obligation, a ceaseless parade of townsfolk pouring through the doors, offering their condolences to Edina and the rest of us. It was almost mechanical—their hushed words, their somber faces, the baskets of tidings they brought. Wine, bread, berries, carefully wrapped in cloth. Someone had even knitted sweaters and shawls, as though wool could warm the kind of cold that had settled into this house, into Edinas bones, since Lorcan’s death.I hated it—the gestures, the empty sympathy. It felt like a veil over the reality we were living in, as though these gifts could somehow patch the gaping wound left behind. But Edina needed it. She clung to those small acts of kindness, retreating behind the routine of accepting them with a tight smile, her eyes hollow and distant.Valen and the others had done what they could, vanquishing the Algoths from the woods and temporarily reinforcing the barrier. It had been a hollow victory, though.
EDINA POVDinner time had long passed, and Maerwynn still wasn’t here, despite saying she’d return by now. I busied myself, helping the servants arrange the table. Plates, napkins, cutlery—it was something to do, to keep my mind occupied. Father and Adrian hadn’t returned from the harbor either. I didn’t expect to see them until noon tomorrow at the earliest.“Water pitcher, miss,” Helena, one of the younger servants, smiled kindly as she set the pitcher down, her voice soft. I returned the smile, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes, and moved the pitcher to the center of the table, ensuring everything was perfectly in place.Satisfied with my work, I rubbed my hands together, the ring on my finger sliding smoothly as I turned it absentmindedly. A tight smile etched itself on my lips. I hadn’t expected to grow this comfortable around the Faeries, not so quickly. Perhaps it was because watching Maerwynn with them had made it seem so effortless.She was always so free with them, laughi