All Chapters of The Fae Serenade.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

OLIVIA'S POV.No way I'm seeing King Sven in heaven now… or wait. Is this hell? It has to be. He’s seated on a chair next to me. His brows are furrowed, eyes closed like he’s in a deep sleep. His dark hair brushes just past his shoulders. I’ve never noticed how long it is until now, how it falls over his cheekbone like silk shaded by dusk. There’s something haunting about the way it frames his face, elegant and cruel, like a statue of a broken saint.I don’t think Sven is handsome.No, he’s beautiful in a way that defies reason. Beautiful in that dangerous, unholy way that makes people do stupid things. He's beautiful in a way that's pure. It makes me remember Maggi's words, she had said during her dinner. ‘...He used to believe in kindness, even from shadows.' Now, it makes me wonder how truthful she was to me that night. But that awakens more questions in me…What exactly could have happened to King Sven in Eris?What turned a boy who believed in kindness into the cold-blooded sa

I took a life.I killed Linnet.Ever since Linnet’s head exploded, I haven’t moved from where I stand. Her body has been carried away. The crowd is quiet too.“An unexpected turn of events. A Fae without Fae energy has won over an Ogre,” the announcer says, voice carrying throughout the colosseum. I hadn't even realised he's now standing next to me. “How do you feel about your victory?” He asks.I glance at him and open my mouth, but no words come out. What am I supposed to say? That I feel victorious for defeating someone I considered a friend… an ally? That I feel thrilled to take a life?No. I can’t say all that. Not when all I feel is the opposite.My gaze shifts from the announcer and flits across the crowd. They're all staring at me. Grave-yard quiet, but some amused, majority irritated. Maggi wears the biggest smile on her face as my eyes meet hers. She rises from her seat and waves at me again, but now I can’t even manage a smile.Then, my gaze meets King Sven.He still look

“You killed your mother?” The question escapes my lips in a whisper. It feels too fragile with everything that has happened between us in the last few minutes. But I can’t hold it in. I can’t swallow the weight of what he just admitted. King Sven stands across from me, calm, collected, as if he’d just said he stepped on a flower, not murdered the woman who gave him life. “Do you feel nothing?” I ask, picking up the sheet from the bed before draping it over my nakedness. “No guilt? No… remorse for killing the one who brought you into this world?” His eyes flick to mine. There’s no anger in them. Just an unsettling emptiness. He turns and starts walking slowly toward the door, voice low and steady. “She gave me life, yes. But she never once treated it like it was worth anything. You’ve heard the stories. She wasn’t some loving mother. She was a storm in human skin. An entity not meant to exist.” “Yes, I've heard about her and her wicked heart. A powerful witch whose power knew no bo

Eliana stares at me, unblinking, arms folded across her chest as she reclines back in her seat. “It’s been five minutes, Olivia. Did the cat get your tongue, or is your brain really slow at processing information?”I blink, trying to focus, but her words feel like they’re swimming through the crevice in my brain.I’m still trying to wrap my head around what she just said; about factions, about King Sven abdicating his position, and how the mate bond between me and him will be used as proof to bring him down.“I’m not saying anything,” I murmur, voice stiff and guarded. “Because I don’t know what you want to hear from me.”Eliana looks away from me, biting into her lower lips as she hums a tune underneath her breath. I can tell there's still more she has to say. “Spill it, Eliana. What do you want from me?”“I don’t want anything,” she snaps quickly, eyes flicking back to mine. “But someone else might.”My stomach tighte

There's a dull throb in my heart. One different from the one I felt earlier. This is more tamed, aching, spreading around areas in my chest I'll never be able to reach with my hand.Katniss continues to stare at me as she stands by the door, holding it ajar. She raises a condescending brow. “Just because there are no guards at their post doesn't mean you have the right to come over to the King's quarter,” she says. “You should be punished for this, but I'll excuse you because I'm feeling charitable today. What are you doing here?”I don’t answer. My gaze slides past her, into the room, where King Sven lies sprawled across the bed like a fallen warrior—or, more accurately, like a man who just got very thoroughly knocked out. Katniss snaps her fingers in my face. “Eyes down here, sweetheart. Unless you’re suddenly fascinated by an unconscious King?” My gaze drifts back to her, and at this point I don't even know what to say anymore, but I can't just keep quiet. Right. Words. I shou