All Chapters of Falling for my Fae Captor: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

*Sage*My eyes went wide. I felt like I should say something, anything, but the words didn't come. I wanted to tell him the truth of what I was feeling too, to open my heart and let words flow like water until I didn't feel so pent up anymore, but now they weren't coming."I'm sure it's a lot to process right now. And you don't have to say anything right away. I just, I wanted to explain why things have been strange lately," Fynn stated.I nodded, still searching for words that weren't forming. I watched the way he searched my face for some reaction. I wanted to reassure him, to tell him anything, but I was so surprised. I had been convinced just yesterday that he was growing tired of me. Everything had been such a whirlwind of emotions that I was having trouble processing."I see," I finally said.Fynn's face fell. I sat up on the bed, needing to clear my head enough to think straight."Fynn, I just … I don't know how this is supposed to work," I confessed."What do you

*Sage*It was a week after the incident with Evangeline that Fynn woke me up early."Come on, get up," he urged, a hint of genuine excitement in his voice.I scrubbed the sleep out of my eyes and attempted to look him in the face. It was early, dark enough in the tent that I was having trouble seeing him at all. I sat up, dragging myself into the cold morning air. He at least had a new set of clothes delivered so that I had some more weather-appropriate outfits and even my own suit of armor. What he intended for me to do with it, I wasn't sure, but I was proud to have it."What's going on?" I asked."Today's the day," he said proudly.My heart must have stopped beating in my chest. I felt like the whole world froze at that moment, and I wasn't sure how to get the world to start spinning again."The day for what?" I hissed, but I already knew the answer."You want to see battle, let's do it. You're coming with us today," Fynn announced.I practically leapt out of bed.

I barely got any sleep after I returned to the tent. My mind spun with all sorts of possibilities and questions I didn't plan to ask. I knew though, that as far as sunrise was concerned, I needed to call a meeting first thing in the morning with my captains.I summoned a messenger from one of the nearby tents and had him work through the network of messengers to make sure that anyone who would need to know anything would be at the meeting in the morning. I laid awake and pondered how I would explain what was happening to my men, and I had to accept that they may just have to trust me.There were plenty of men who believed I was still young and untested. That felt ridiculous after a century at the helm, but compared to some of these ancient warriors, I was a young buck. I hoped that at hundreds of years old, I would still be that fighting fit, but their experience meant that they liked to push me at every turn and force me to explain every choice and call I made.Sometimes, I just

Fynn released all the tension in the reins, letting Alastor gallop full force back to the manor. I slid my hands up Enbarr's neck and let him follow after, praying that he could follow Alastor well enough to not encounter any holes or tripping hazards on his way.The glee that filled the air felt like fireflies, even in the chill that came with the end of autumn. The bridge across the moat that surrounded Fynn's manor made an echoing rumble as we raced across it, and I could barely contain my excitement anymore.Alastor slowed as the road turned from dirt to gravel, and Enbarr followed his lead. I tried to drink in all the sights as we arrived, but there was too much to look at.Intricately carved wooden signs decorated the castle, with a handful of silk banners. The stables were a stunning feat of engineering and architecture, with stone arches and warm-toned wood and wrought iron. There were kennels filled with beautiful baying hounds, and a few dairy cows lowing and chewing cu

It only took a couple of weeks for Magnus to make his way back. He'd been planning a return trip to meet with Fynn anyway, so it wasn't difficult for him to extend his stay for a couple of days.The day that Magnus and his company marched into the city was bitterly cold, but the sky was blue and the soft, fluffy clouds that floated on the wind looked like cotton candy. There was celebration and triumph, music playing, and banners waving as they rode into the city.There had been nearly consistent celebration since the end of the war. For nearly a month now, there had been feasts, dances, speeches, and parties. Fynn and I had attended almost every one of them. Fynn had even hosted a few himself, introducing me to all of the families that helped him rule over his domain. The Woodland Court covered a surprising amount of territory, and people came from all over to celebrate victory with Fynn.Now that Fynn ruled Water Court too, it was expansive. He would need help organizing a new