Hello lovely readers 🙂
Thank you for your patience yesterday. Here’s my heartfelt post for today; a yummy scrummy oooey gooey piece of fantastical pie layered with a dash of cynicism (I do love me some cynicism.) It’s a bit rushed as I want it done before my baby wakes up but I will improve it as I go 🙂 Enjoy 🙂
The Rose and The HeartÂ
Rose sighed. She had to admit that even here she is a freak. It seems she will never live the quiet life she had dreamed of, even though she tried damn hard. She sighed once again and stared down at the letter in her hands. How archaic. She laughed at the letter; ridiculous people. Though they weren’t really her people were they? She’d been outcast at birth and she’s damn well happy to remain so.
She read aloud again, just to make sure she had the gist of it.
“Our beloved Rosethorn, high princess of The People,” wait, when did that happen? “Your father King Goldenleaf has asked for your attendance at his Death bed. Do not delay in coming here.” Dammit. She was Rose Thornby, half breed outcast to the Human realms and hated by The People, just how she damn well liked it. She had been quietly working away on her essay, due in tomorrow her logical mind screamed at her, when a puff of silver magic had appeared and the letter floated down to her grasp. Why was this happening now? She’d heard all about her father from her mother and quite frankly she didn’t want anything to do with him. He’s in a whole different realm, there’s nothing he can do to her now.
Ignoring the rest of the letter she threw it in the bin next to her desk with perhaps more venom then she thought she could muster. Okay, maybe there was a tiny, small, insignificant piece of her that still longs for her father’s love but she’d get over it. She’d had her mother until her poor heart had given out and that was enough. The People, known as the Fae in the Human realm, would have to get along without her.
Just as she went back to her laptop she heard a muffled cough behind her and almost watched in amusement as instinct took over. No one should have been in the house with her. She felt her other self rise up and smiled as soft fur caressed her soul. Bones began to pop and elongate, clothes were shredded, she felt her muzzle start to appear and she knew her soft purple tinged black fur appeared. It was over in an instant and where she had been sitting now stood an impressive wolf, her reason to be an outcast and the secret she loved. She looked at the intruder with a cold gaze. She didn’t know this one but he smelled like he was Fae. Oh, she’d never met one but he smelt like her, only stronger. The intruder visibly gulped.
“Ah…” his deep voice stammered. She had to admit he was a handsome one. Tall with golden tinged skin, black hair and a well muscled body. He wore his iridescent wings for all to see unlike her. She had to hide hers solely to live here. He had delicate pointed ears and very soft features for a man. Her wolf sighed; she had better change back instead of scaring the wings off him.
“Rosethorn?” he asked as she allowed the change to come upon her. It was just as quick though she thanked the wolf for coming to her aid. She may have lost her mother and had no father but the wolf had always been with her, a staunch protector.
“It’s Rose,” she answered, uncaring she was naked after the change like she always was. She could see the man blush and look just pass her.
“It is good to see you again your highness,” he said. Um huh? When had they met before? He could obviously see her confusion as he said,
“My name is Frostfall, I am the Prince of the Winter Fae. We met when you were very young and before your mother ran. I have been sent by your father to escort you back to the High Court.” Okay, now Rose knew she’d misheard.
“Well you can just go back to my so called father and tell him I have no interest in seeing him.” She searched round for any clothing she could, anxious to be covered in front of this man now. He wasn’t pack, Hell she’d never had a pack bar her mother and she was long gone. She heard Frost gasp as he caught sight of her wings,
“It is true then, you are your father’s daughter. You carry the pure silver wings of the royal line. I will admit I had my doubts but now…” he trailed off in awe. What’s the big deal? She’d have them removed if she wasn’t in danger of alerting humans to her kind, whatever the Hell her kind was. She’d never even used her wings, she was pretty sure they were useless.
“Yes, yes, well nice to meet you and all but I’m sure you have other places to be now.” She raised her right hand and let it be encompassed by her own brand of purple magic. Just because she’d never flown doesn’t mean she’d not trained in her magic as soon as she realised she’d had it. She’d learned from a very pleasant elderly sorceress and was quite efficient in it. Chanting a spell in her mind she pointed at Frost and watched as purple light surrounded him. Unable to quell her mischievous side she waved and blew him a kiss just before he disappeared, the purple light taking him hopefully back to his own realm. She smiled; now that had brightened her day.
She began searching again until she finally came across some un-shredded jeans and a top. She put them on quickly and got back to her essay. Her mind kept wandering back to her father though. What if he were truly dying and his last wish was to see her? She shook her head. She had enough to do with finishing University, earning money and just living. He’d not paid interest in her in twenty three years she’s sure he’d get over it now.
She finally got her head down and concentrated on work. She knew she could protect herself but what the Hell else could she expect today?
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