"Get off that cot, you lazy piece of bones!" Her stepmother's shrill voice broke through her haze of unconsciousness, at the same time a kick met her back and the sleep instantly vanished from her eyes. Islinda would have blinked against the faint sunlight filtering through the window if it wasn't for the angry-looking woman hovering over her. The bloody look on Madam Alice's face hinted that it would be the end of her life if she dared to give a cheeky response. Hence she bit the inside of her cheeks and tamped down the anger surging through her veins, saying instead, But the woman scoffed at her. Perhaps, she has come to realize how ridiculous it was to refer to her with the title of "mother" when she wasn't. Her stepmother, Alice, seemed to let go of that because she announced the next minute, "There is nothing to eat." Islinda winced inwardly, holding back the words she wanted to hurl at her. Of course, there was nothing to eat because she and her daughters exhausted the rem

"Who wants to join me?" The Cruel Prince muttered just as he mounted his black stallion. While that seemed like a normal horse it was obvious from the dark tendrils emanating from the horse's eyes that it had been infused with his dark magic. The horse named Maximus was a strong yet unruly horse and there had been plans of putting it down after its last attack on the poor Fae who had attempted to subdue it until Prince Aldric claimed and was able to tame it. It was obvious from the way both the master and the horse worked together that they were perfect for each other. "No one?" Prince Aldric tilted his head to the side, studying the soldiers that had been sent to assist him to get rid of the latest monsters that had ravaged the Fae village. And while that had seemed like a request, the sinister smirk curving the corner of his mouth suggested that he was merely teasing them because he liked to work alone.Prince Aldric of the Winter Court was the last son to be born to King Oberon o