Semua Bab The Fae Serenade.: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Cleaning the guards toilet has to be the worst thing ever. Not only am I working with broken fingers, but the stench from the shit and piss mixed together is enough to poison me. It's now midnight and I'm completely famished as I clean the last toilet. This one is completely messy, filled with stains of shit and I can even see fly eggs on the rim of the toilet seat. It makes me want to vomit. As I clean, I'm reminded of my life in the shadow moon pack. It wasn't any better, but I'd pick it over this life a million times. At least, then I'd still be with my brother and my Omega friends. Carter would still be alive. I wouldn't have known I even had this stupid mate bond with King Sven also… fucking King Sven who I haven't seen or heard from for a week now after we accepted the mate bond.When I finish, I head back to my room, trailing behind Kane. As I reach my door, he suddenly grabs my arm.“Let today be a warning, Fae,” he growls and I don’t flinch. “If I tell you to do something, y

I never knew King Sven had a godmother—let alone an aunt. But now I understand why her green eyes feel so familiar. They're the exact shade as his. Sharp. Piercing.Maggi turns to Kane with a playful smile. “Leave the girl with me,” she commands.Kane hesitates, clearly reluctant, but bows and leaves me behind with the strange, older woman.“Now, my dear,” she says, those green eyes crinkling as her smile widens, “why don’t you come with me?”I only nod, unable to say anything in response as she leads the way. She leads me through a part of the palace that I've never been to before. It's grandeur, each part more colourful as we walk further.“I just returned from a six-year holiday in the Kingdom of Gnomes,” Maggi chatters, gesturing animatedly. “A land far more colorful than any kingdom I’ve visited. Did you know their average height is four feet? That's the size of a six-winter-old pup in the werewolf realm!”Her voice is whimsical, yet it echoes against the heavy silence in my ches

The sole of my feet aches, pulsing with sharp pain as I try to massage them. But with my fingers still broken and wrapped tightly, the task is nearly impossible. A frustrated groan escapes my lips as I flop back onto the bed, wincing at the stiffness in my spine.It's night already. Hours have passed since I was dismissed from King Sven’s throne room after declaring my intention to enter the Dance of the Dead. The stunned silence from the court still echoes in my mind, but none louder than King Sven's response. He didn't say a thing, but his actions spoke more than words ever could. He was smiling, amused, as if watching me willingly walk into death was the best entertainment he’d had in weeks.Still, I can't stop thinking about how close I came to dying. And how easily Sven had toyed with that choice. Like it was nothing to him.He would have executed me. Not just threatened to. He would’ve watched it happen.It doesn’t break my heart. I never gave him that kind of power over me. But

‘Come and eat meat at Maggi’s Welcome back party! Host: Aunt Maggi.Venue: Maggi’s room.’That's exactly what the invitation letter Maggi had given me says. It even looks like she had it written herself. A sigh leaves my lips as I drop the letter on my chest. I probably won't be attending the party… not because I don't want to honour her invitation, but because I don't even have anything to wear besides my normal clothing which isn't appropriate for any kind of special occasion. I'll only be making a fool of myself if I go, so it's for the best I just forget about it.It's evening already, and while I'm still glad that I got to clean Kane's blood off the face of the earth, I feel down because of my brother. At least I haven’t heard anyone say he’s been caught. That means there’s hope. Maybe he’s still safe somewhere, hopefully avoiding the bounty on his head.Just as I’m about to roll over and let the thoughts in my head lull me into some form of rest, my stomach rumbles with hunger

“Enough, Maggi!” King Sven's voice is thunderous, reverberating through the room. He rises to his feet, towering and regal, the rage emanating from him is palpable. “I told you we could talk about this once the girl leaves. Why are you so determined to humiliate me in front of my slave?”“Your mate, you mean?” Maggi fires back, eyes wide, her voice calm but edged with fire. She stands as well, shorter by a head but undaunted with an aura that almost matches her nephew. “I wasn't trying to embarrass you, Sven. I was merely asking a question.”“One that could have waited,” King Sven growls, eyes flashing dangerously. He is furious. More furious than I'd ever seen anyone be, and it scares the shit out of me as I remain seated. “You’ve overstepped.”“It couldn't have waited,” Maggi snaps. “I want to know what's going on in your mind. We both know if there's any chance of you producing an heir, you'll need her. Yet you put a chain on her ankle and call her your slave, you even approved her