(Rian’s P.O.V)             I couldn’t help the outburst of laughter when Albrun told Morrigan she had snatched Leland’s voice from him. She looked like a deer in headlights—wide-eyed in shock, her mouth dropping open. “No worries baby, I like him like this so please, by all means, keep his voice.” I chuckle.             Hey, I wasn’t lying, I couldn’t stand the fucker. Leland glares at me and his mate does the same, I shrug my shoulders with a slight chuckle. “How did I do that!? And how do I undo it!?” Morrigan shrieks out, obviously freaked out at what she was able to do. “Remember what we told you about elf magic? It’s driven by our intent and desires. Spell caster magic is driven by emotion. So, you were obviously intent upon shutting your uncle up.” Albrun laughs again. “Okay, but that still doesn’t answer the second quest

(Morrigan’s P.O.V)             Lysander was trying to get me to meditate so I could center myself, yeah, that wasn’t working out well for me. My mind kept drifting to the upcoming war, realizing that my sisters are getting married in a matter of weeks. The anxiety from it was making it difficult to concentrate on emptying my mind and relaxing. Uncle Albrun had to grab my hand because my anger and frustration were getting out of control, and they could see it. Lysander FINALLY gave up on the idea of having me meditate, for the time being, thank the Goddess Danu above for that. “Now I want you to try and control your emotions and create a small ball of fire like I just had,” Lysander instructed, tossing his little fireball from one hand to the other.             He said he had concentrated on his love of Winnie and their passion for one another, I figur

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) 3 weeks later It had been a few weeks since my talk with Uncle Leland and we came to an understanding about our relationship. Rian and I discussed bringing back the monarchy, his response to it was surprising, he was okay with it and understood where Leland had been coming from regarding politics and agendas. My training was difficult at first, particularly harnessing my spell caster magic and controlling my emotions around it but eventually, I got the hang of it. Lysander said that I had an affinity with water, and it seemed that my magic, was elemental magic and according to him, there weren’t many elemental spell casters left in Khisfire. Uncle Albrun and I had an easier time with my elf magic because it was all about intent, I was able to teleport myself as far away as the Oceri, the sea dweller’s and sea shifter’s kingdom where I met Prince William and his mate Princess Charlotte along with their children Lottie and William Jr. I had accidentally

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) It’s finally the day of the wedding and the servants around the palace are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, with my mother and the soon-to-be mother-in-laws barking out orders. Winnie, Ilayda, Adelina, and I are all getting ready our parents suite because it’s big enough to fit us, our dresses, and our entourage. The bride's to be are all nervous, I can feel it rolling off of them, but then again, we all are. We’ve not heard anything from Calida, Silas, or Beatrix other than the vision I had of them planning their attack for today. “You look beautiful, Morrigan,” Winnie states as Catherine finishes with my hair. I look in the mirror and see the finished product, a beautiful flower crown and my hair in beautiful beachy waves. While Jolene kept it simple with the makeup, a beautiful nude palate with a rose-colored lip. My skin looked sun-kissed and dewy. “Damn, I look hot.” I say. The women in the room giggle

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) All hell has broken loose, and I had just killed my father. He died for a second time at the hands of a family member, his own daughter this time. Now, I’m pissed. Fucking ruined the fucking wedding, forced me to kill my own fucking father, and now they ripped my fucking dress. I take my sword to my dress, cutting it off at the knee to give myself some more room to move. Running through the field, I take the lives of as many of these fucking stupid ass zombie things before I make it to my sisters, who took a page out of my book and cut off the skirts of their wedding dresses. “So much for a quiet wedding and reception huh?” I call out, slicing the head off of a zombie who was sneaking up on Winnie. “Yeah, well the family that fights a battle together, stays together!” She responds as she conjures vines to wrap around one of the Dark Fae. “Now, you stay where you are,” Lysander states to the bound Fae, punching him in the face. I was battl