[Faye]
My hand stings as I shout in her face, “That is for not telling me the truth.”
She doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything as I raise my hand again.
“That is for lying, for making me feel insane, for trying to take me to that evil bitch of a queen.”
I slap her again.
“And that is for…”I begin the cry again. Devona catches me before I fall, cradling me in her arms as I punch at her chest. She rubs my back as she sings me into calmness.
[Devona] I don’t wait to hear what she has to say before I rush to her, crushing her against the wall, and moving my hand gently down her neck as our kiss deepens. She opens to me immediately, inviting me in as her own tongue dives into my mouth, tasting me, sampling me. This is all new to us, new and old at the same time. I pull away just long enough to ask, “What do you remember?” She pauses, giving me a look of askance, her lips delightfully plump with the passion of our kiss. “What do you mean?” I sigh. Knowing I’m about to ruin something miraculous, I pull away, separ
[Arthur] The tension between Faye and Devona is almost visible, like waves rippling between them. Something happened while we were gone. There is something bigger happening between those two, something that at the moment does not include me. Is Devona simply “watching” over Faye or is something deeper happening here? I look away. I can see how Devona is devoted to Faye, but does Faye notice that the other woman looks at her with such intensity when she isn’t watching? I know that our relationship is still quite new and that I have no claim to her or her affections exclusively, but a p
[Faye] “Wife?” I look back at the box, then back at him. Tonight has been magical, amazing, incredible but…wife? Married? Forever? Especially after the afternoon I had, the visions, that moment with Devona. My eyes begin to water. So much about this situation seems wonderful and tragic simultaneously. How can we be together? When has the universe ever let us be together? Never, if my dreams are correct. Never in over 1500 years. “But…I..our families&
[Arthur] If someone had told me last month that having a party would lead to my wedding I’d have laughed in their faces. But I guess that just goes to show you that sometimes destiny has other plans. Now here I am, standing in line at the Clark County Marriage Bureau, dressed in designer clothing purchased just that evening, holding my ID in my right hand, and in my other hand, the woman of my dreams. The line is long. Apparently, it is impossible to make an appointment to get your license here in Las Vegas. You can get it online, but I didn’t think that far ahe
[Faye] The questions keep coming, faster than I can follow. “So are you here as guests?” “Who is the beautiful young lady? “Look over here! No here!” “Is it true your father just married his secret mistress?” “Is that your new sister, your step-sister?” &ldqu
[Arthur] The sun is slowly rising over the desert as we exit the chapel, the press and paparazzi are all long gone, thankfully. Faye is practically falling on her Manolo-clad feet, so I sweep her into my arms and gently carry her to the waiting car. The stretch limo has been replaced with a vintage Rolls Royce in Ivory. Our driver, sent by the hotel, opened the back door for us with a flourish as I gently placed my bride in the car. He tipped his hat to me as I handed him a $100 bill, and within minutes we were swept off to our honeymoon suite at the top of one of the most prestigious hotels in all of Las Vegas. It was a short drive, but as soon as Faye rested her head on my shoulder, she began yaw
[Faye] I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, the sun is beginning to rise and we are parked in front of the most luxurious hotel I have ever seen and Arthur is gently shaking me awake. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” he jokes as he pokes me. I rub my face. There are flakes of mascara crusting around my eye from forgetting to wash it last night. I probably just smeared what was left of my makeup all over my face, but I couldn’t care less--I feel so light, so happy, like bubbles dancing within me, giddy and free. He gives me a hand out of the back of the Rolls Royce and I stumble, falling into his solid che
TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains themes of depression, anxiety, self-hate, and attempted suicide. Please read with caution. [Queenie] Hiding out in the Marriott isn’t nearly as fun as you might think. Especially when you are trying to hide from one of the most powerful men in the city. Not to self: do NOT piss off Gunner Drake. Again. Even my parents aren’t talking to me at the moment. Apparently, just one nasty phone call from one of their best clients and I’m on my own with a canceled credit card and nowhere to broadcast my latest vlog.
[Kaydence]I place a hand on her wrist. "Stop."She blinks up at me. In my mind I trace the rune for "peace" and watch in amazement as her body begins to relax, the flames melting away as her breathing stilled.Queenie's first reaction is relief. Her face goes still, every crease leaving her features. But then just as suddenly her relief turns to anger."How dare you!" she screams pushing over the table and running for the back door. The other players stand in a rush as drinks, cards, and chips go flying. Shouts chase her retreating form as she dashes between players."Balance," I call out, tracing the rune with my hand and watch in amazement as Queenie falls backward, her arms pinwheeling."Tranquility," the room goes still, everything stopping as if time itself couldn't be rushed. The people who were once angry and pushing their way towards us stopped moving. Soon Queenie and I are the only ones moving."Grace," I finish the incantation, moving with the speed and agility of a dancer,
[Queenie]We are getting low on supplies. It takes quite a bit of baneberry juice to make the sleep potion. Because we need to keep him perpetually asleep, I need a constant supply. In Torq, baneberries are not very common and the cost of exporting them is stretching our finances thin, even with Mab’s hidden stash of gold.“This is why we should have stayed in Delas,”Mab argues.“We didn’t need to buy anything when we were still there and…”“It was teeming with knights. I had to stay indoors the entire time,” I argue. “Torq is better. I can actually go outside and talk to people here.“You
[Kaydence]The morning is bright. Too bright. My eyes hurt from too much mead and not enough sleep and I find myself for not the last time wondering why I let Devona trick me into this quest.I must have been getting on her nerves. Either that or she just needed me to find something to do so that she could focus all of her attention on the queen. It doesn’t matter.“Are you still with us, Sir Kay?” Gawain is annoyingly chipper. He’s a morning person. He also has this annoying habit of deadnaming me that is getting under my skin.“It’s Kaydence, you dumb ass,” I grumble, blinking at him while I shield my eyes, my other hand firmly placed on the pommel of my saddle.He
[Kaydence]It's been two months since we lost Arthur in the battle for Avalon.Two agonizing months since my best friend fell into an enchanted sleep. I watch my mentor, Merlin Devona, cry over her every night. She tries to hide it from everyone else, but I know. How could I not? We spend most mornings together working on my skills as a paladin. I'm getting stronger, and more skilled, but not nearly as strong or as skilled as I was in my past life as Sir Kay. Kay had a lifetime to learn. I've only been at it a couple of months, and I know this, but it still doesn't keep the whole situation from feeling pointless and frustrating."Tell me why I have to do this?" I whine as Devona grinds some herbs in her pestle. "This has nothing to do with fighting.""All g
“Good night, my love,” I kiss her brow before sitting by her side in an old wooden chair, its velvet cushion long shredded with time. Faye does not respond, her eyes closed tight, her breath shallow. She has been like this since the night of the battle, unresponsive and unmoving, preserved by her own magic, for the last three months. Technically we won; Mab is dead, her forces are scattered, and I am serving as regent, bringing the powers of Avalon back together once more as we work together to reconstruct our world. But we also lost. Arthur is gone, missing. I cannot feel him through the bond, not since I saw Mab pierce him through the heart with her bone blade. Nobody is sure why his body was taken. Some suspect that Mab had one final plan in place and that somehow he plays a part in it. We are searching for him, following every lead throughout this world and the next, but each time we th
[Faye]I can't breathe. Something is in my throat. Choking, I sit up. Monitors in the room begin to ding erratically as I continue to gag, my heart beating fast."Hold on, Mrs. Drake" an agitated voice advises. "We just need to remove your breathing tube."Breathing tube?"Heart rate is elevated," a nurse records. "All other vitals seem to be within normal ranges."The long tube is removed from my lungs and I almost vomit at the pulling sensation. Like a fish caught on land, I begin to gasp."Breathe, Mrs. Drake, breathe," a calm hand rubs my back. “You’ve been incapacitated for a few days. We had to put you on a ventilator when you stopped breat
[Queen Mab] The moon is rising full and bright over the fields of Camelot. My head is light, heady with the power of nearly a thousand souls, freshly harvested. The blade I carry was crafted from the very bones of my enemy, Morgana, whose rotted corpse lay buried beneath the tower itself, along with her granddaughters, the famous oracles who predicted my doom. There is something satisfying about destroying their legacy with their own bodies that provides me with a sense of peace. Stretching my limbs, I feel invincible, unstoppable, as I prepare to move through the battle. My agents have served me well. Guinevere, ever the loyal servant, was more than eager to take her position mixed amongst Arthur's trusted advisors, staying invisible, passing the corruption of my curse onto those two gullible knights as she waited for my signal to attack. She knew that she’d
[Arthur]A page helps me into form-fitting leather armor I’ve never worn in this lifetime as I suit up and prepare for war. It doesn’t matter that I am only 19 years old. I am the king, whether I want to be or not. I was born to this, it is my destiny. It doesn’t matter that I have no memory of living this life. As soon as I pulled Excalibur through time to my hand I became the leader of these troops in the fight that has been building for centuries. No, millenia. Now the enemy is sitting just beyond the gates, setting up camp, watching and waiting for the right opportunity to strike.It is my duty to lead these soldiers, these knights into battle. But what do I actually know of war? I have tried to access the memories of my previous life, but unlike Faye and Kaydence, I do not have a deep connection to the King Arthur I was. I have flas
[Lance]Holding my head, I scream, falling to my knees.“Camelot…Camelot…Camelot…Camelot…Camelot…Camelot”“Monsieur,” a hand shakes my shoulder, “Est-ce que ça va monsieur?”“Non,” I shake my head, “non…non…non…non…”The earth starts to shake. Glasses on tables begin to rattle, some falling to the stone floor of the cafe. People sitting at tables continue their conversations, laughing as if they do not see or hear everything else happening around them. Even my screams, echoing through this restaurant, are something they are trying to ignore.On the edge