failed our barrier of protection magic, would keep any of them out.
I’d assumed they were already crossing the land once Queen Elora sounded the alarm. Their son was still unhealed, and I
didn’t plan to rush that healing process, even if Ornella begged me. The longer I drew this all out the better.
Once we were married in two weeks’ time, I’d have my prize and only then, would I heal her brother. For the moment, it
served me better with him out of commission as he couldn’t rise to bring his father’s army to our door.
“They will not bring the war to us until their son is better. For now, we are fine.”
“I know you hope they will keep to their side of the deal, but that doesn’t stop the princess’ uncle from coming,” Lord
Wallace interrupted.
I wanted to throw him across the room. He was an annoying little fae, whose mouth was larger than his height.
“Let her uncle come, I’m sure the princess is dying to see him.”
I would prepare her if he did arrive. Train her, teach her how to swing a sword and allow her to gut the man out herself. It
would be a part of my wedding gift to her. Just like the one she would have seen today. I would have enjoyed giving the mare to
her myself but alas that wasn’t how today was going to work. For that I was grateful for my sisters keeping her company.
“We are just concerned for your people.” Percy stood up from the table as he addressed me.
“The people are fine. They will thrive once the wedding arrives and will enjoy the festivities.”
“And what if war does arrive at our shores?” Lady Nora spoke, the only female on the council. She had excellent skills in
the battlefield and had taught me how to wield a sword. She was also head of my army—to the anger of many of my lords.
When I offered her her position, I knew she would be the most trusted and wisest of them all. Someone who was not afraid to
charge in headfirst and die for her home.
“Then you, I am sure, have my armies prepared.” I stared at her from across the table and she kept my eye line, she’d never
stand down in a challenge.
“The Princess Ornella will soon become your queen and every abled fae will fight to protect their queen. I trust you will
all do the same,” I said with a snarl at the edge of my words.
There were a few mumbles of yes and hmm’s. A growl rumbled low on my chest, I wanted to throw out my fists and
demand their loyalty, but I knew I couldn’t. Ornella needed to prove herself to them, by attending her lessons, learning how to
fight for herself and one day give me an heir.
Only then, would they look at her as one with me.
M y frustration and anger would still not disappear, even after I became too tired to work out the emotions in our training
room. Kicking and punching at a dummy, sweat dripped from my forehead and down my spine.
My heart raced as I thought of Ornella at the hands of her uncle, beneath his large body. Before I knew it, my fists were
