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There was little Elida could say as Razareal, perhaps unbeknownst to himself, admitted his feelings. It was all at once blunt and yet still beating around the bush, a contradiction that showed more truth than the warrior thought. The wisp of a woman didn’t mind it, the way he spoke, to say one...

“I don’t care for kings,” Elida said with a smile, “they usually have many lovers and I like to be the only one.” The young sidhe understood well enough it was to be expected, much like humans ran to a fae like moths to a flame, kings and queens often had a collection of subjects that were...

He enjoyed her presence? Even without her magic? Even without her figuring out how to suit him? He was nervous about the feelings he had? What feelings? He said his intent was the opposite of undesired, so he desired her? Elida’s wings would have fluttered in this moment in delight, but instead...

She was certain that when he set her on the ground, despite the soft look he gave her with his unpolished gaze, he was going to say all the things she didn’t want to hear. She must have been away from her own kind for too long as she felt nothing but surprise at Razareal’s confession. Clearly...

“I don’t care.” She mumbled, pouting and turning her face from his. “Ignore me all you like.” She hated it. It was in her nature to hate such a thing. She hadn’t been around as long as many others, but in all her years she had never experienced something such as this. She had been rejected by...

“Roll around in dirt?” Elida scoffed. She kept to herself that this King Nairth sounded eccentric, and while King Oberon had his faults, he had a thing about decorum— at least from what it sounded like. She had never met any Fae king before. She found it to be unfortunate that the first time she...

A delicate hand removed itself from holding onto the piece of fabric clothing her and went into her hair. There was a look of displeasure and when she glanced at Razareal, she had raised a gentle brow of sunbeam up in question. “I look like a mess.” She may be fae and the epitome of beauty. She...

Elida knew that Razareal spoke words of wisdom as he told her that her suffering wouldn’t end with the suffering of others. Some part of her knew that as well but anger and bitterness had convinced her others. With a pout, her green eyes settled to look down at her palm and the lines that were...

“Indignity?” Elida questioned, taking the verdant robe and clutching it to her chest as if she were embarrassed that he caught her outside. She didn’t like that word, somehow it almost made her feel like she was at fault. Of course she knew Razareal hadn’t meant it that way. She shifted from one...

Elida hadn’t been able to sleep. She was tired, even more so after the acts she had engaged in with Razareal. Yet when it all been done and they laid together with their legs tangled together, Elida could not sleep. She felt a sort of fulfillment in her body but her mind was far from pleased...

Her body reacted without her needing to think. Her head tilted towards his hand, resting her cheek against his palm while he caressed her. Every little touch, every little movement, every little look he gave her was like the beginning of rain on a desert. It wouldn’t be enough to change her...

His admiration fueled her, slowly as it was a trickle but Elida could feel it. To be adored, to be a muse, it was what granted her kind the power that they had. Leannán sídhes were called muses by many, but there were a few that thought of them to be a succubus. They weren’t wrong. Being...

She was quiet, keeping her thoughts to herself. Fae couldn’t lie. She had no magic, but it seemed Razareal believed otherwise. Did he not know much of her kind? It was possible, so rare out of the many sorts of sidhes were her kind. Or maybe he thought her wings to be under a sort of glamour...

It did more than sting. Elida should have been used to such pains, but instead she seemed to be acutely aware of it all. The way the needle punctured through her fragile skin, the pulling and tugging of it all. She whimpered, closing her eyes and looking away. Her body shook despite trying to be...

She bristled in his arms. All at once she felt relaxed and restless, a conundrum of conflicting thoughts and feelings that couldn’t possibly fit in her slender frame but somehow did. She kept her soft green eyes on the woods surrounding them instead of the face of her rescuer. Elida didn’t...