Elisif The Fair Novels & Stories

the duke of Adelstein commanded once they were outside, but as he turned to leave, Elen grasped the hem of his coat, halting his movement. "Can we go to the nearest library?" Elen spoke softly, her voice betraying her hesitation. The grand duke regarded her with a quizzical expression. "Why?" he inquired, his gaze fixed upon her. "I want to read books about fairies," Elen replied, her eyes pleading for understanding. "All the books about fairies are forbidden," the duke of Adelstein informed her flatly, his tone matter-of-fact. The news struck Elen like a heavy blow. How could she learn about the life of a fairy if the knowledge was forbidden? Her desperation to understand her true nature in

They don’t see the girl who used to laugh, who brought herbs for their sick, who gave bread to the orphans. She forced herself to look again. Elise had reached the platform’s base—the place where she’d be kept before the final judgment. Her hair, once soft and auburn, clung to her face in matted strands. Her sea-green eyes were dulled but not empty. Not yet. “Move,” a guard snapped, shoving her forward. Elise stumbled, fell to her knees, and stayed there for a heartbeat. Her chest heaved, and for a moment she looked up—not at the crowd, not at the guards, but at the balcony above.

Belinda was sure that there would have been a sickening crunch under other circumstances and, judging from where she hit the woman, there might have been a fifty/fifty chance she would have ever walked again. But Isabelle was different now and she merely turned round to see just who of the assembled group had the nerve to try (and fail) to inflict such injury upon her. Belinda was sure that, when she saw her prey in full view, Isabelle’s eyes glowed, just a little bit.

The maids showed them inside . "Oh ! Duke it's so nice to see you again . No matter how many times I see it your face never gets old ." " You are praising me too much your majesty . This here is my wife ." "Greetings to the empress of the empire . I am Seilin Battenburg . Pleasure to meet you your majesty ." She bowed more gracefully than the empress could have ever anticipated she would . From the angle of her arms to how much she have lower her head was perfect . When she stood up straight smiling the empress knew her plan to insult Seilin about her manners was not gonna work anymore .

We are soon greeted by Katalina, the new fairy queen. "Hey Sebastian, did not think that we would see you here so soon again?" "My dear Katalina, I wish it was a social visit, but I am afraid that I am here for Elloise." "Oh, I am so sorry. I did not think you would come so we already went ahead with it." "Ahead with what? Please do not say that you have killed her?" "Oh no, even though I wish, she sadly did it to herself." I gasp, and terror immediately sets into my eyes, "Did she? Did the silly fairy kill herself?"

assistant"> Elise clicks her tongue softly like we are both being foolish. “That dramatic girl who keeps coming here pretending she cares about me... pretending to be my non existent granddaughter,” she says dismissively. “She thinks I’m some cuckoo old hag who doesn’t understand anything.” Her eyes narrow sharply. “Idiot.” Despite the tension curling inside me, amusement flickers briefly through the bond from June. Elise folds her arms with clear offense. “The moment I realized she wanted something from me, I made sure to give her my fart directly in her face when I ordered her to massage my legs.”

"All good? Don't let the darkness eat you up or else you won't come out here alive." "Thank you..." Iris was glad that someone else was there with her. "May I know your name? What happened before you fell into this jail?" She asked curiously. "Hello...I'm Elisa. Before Adam brought me in I used to live freely until that war destroyed everything. He made me his slave for a few years then threw me back for I was a useless piece of object. I've lost hope then no one knows where I went to. No matter how long I waited no one came." Her voice croaked remembering the painful memories. Iris' heart pained for the woman's dreadful experience. No one wants their freedom to be taken away.

The only good thing was there was insufficient evidence, so they let her go. Beyond relieved by her good deed, Elsie said, "Justice has been served, and I am glad. I also was a victim of circumstances. So, I enjoy helping people." Suddenly, Elcilia dropped to the floor with a loud thud. She lowered her head, tears rolling down her pretty face. "You are too great, Elsie. You want me to be your agent? Done! I could build an altar__" "No, please. I am no God," Elsie laughed nervously. She was a believer and did not want to associate herself with blasphemy. Offering a warm smile, she informed, "I only want you to be my agent."

"Do you mean the princess?" Alesia Nodded. Elise also sat in the back of the room wearing a pensive expression. Originally she honestly wouldn't have cared what became of Sarah, whether she became empress, was robbed in an unfamiliar city, or killed, but now after spending some time traveling with her she had grown quite fond of the girl. She was sweet, caring and always had an upbeat attitude, completely different from the many different royals and nobles she had met throughout her lifetime. It was quite the breath of fresh air honestly, especially considering they had been pursued by multiple different groups with different kinds of motivation and intentions. Now? Now she wished for Sarah

I wonder how this man became a Count at such a young age, or am I just mistaken since he might as well use magic to conceal his true appearance? Who knows… I nod respectfully and curtsy as well after removing my coat. Indeed, the locks of my brown hair cascade in front of me as the rays of the sun penetrates my figure. For a moment I forgot that I’m beside the window. “Greetings, Count Claudius Veilhein, I’m Isabella Ferringway from the Slorian, on the eastern division of the empire,” I say