Elisif The Fair Novels & Stories

Part 4 That afternoon, the kitchen of the Barack family home was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed herbal tea. Elise was busy carrying a tray with a cup of tea for Mr. Abraham. Her appearance was simple yet captivating. Standing at 160 cm, her petite frame appeared graceful. Her shoulder-length black hair was always neatly styled, even though her face was rarely adorned with makeup. Her gaze was gentle, suggesting a patient personality, though her heart often harbored feelings of unease.

Leon explained. "It's after Crimson," Queen Elisabela said, "the fairy is after Crimson and it wants to take something precious from her." How did Queen Elizabela know this? "How did a fairy enter this Realm? And how do you know a fairy scent?" I asked, I walked to Queen Elisabela. "Queen Elizabela, what is Tryamon? Her scent doesn't feel like anything I had smelled before," I said, looking at Tyramon. "I don't know, she is like every other person," Queen Elisabela said, turning her face away from me.

After two years she will be free to get married to whoever she pleases. We sit in silence for some minutes before light footsteps are heard from the front door. A young lady in a maid’s attire with a luggage in her hand comes into view. She is soon followed by a lady clad in all black. She is also on a face cap but anyone could tell that she wasn’t a normal person because she carried a powerful aura. Emilia Peyton.

My mind felt all muddled. I couldn’t be thinking like this. I didn’t need this. I was already so biased, what with the way I favored her. Elise had a special place in my heart. She was the little girl I was most fond of when I was a little man in love with the widow Rosamia von Schiller—the very first love of my life. I was so glad Elise was too young to remember the teasing of the adults whenever I visited them with my parents.

Elle said in shock as she gave a firm gaze at Elena, narrowing her eyes to Elena's bleeding hand. “W…what is it? Is she going to be alright? Say something! Why aren't you saying anything?” Uriel growled at Queen Elle who was still gazing at Elena. “It can't be…y…you are the fairy…born of lilies.” Queen Elle said, walking towards Elena. “What do you mean She's a fairy born of lilies?” Uriel asked hesitatingly, looking at Elena.

The big dress couldn’t hide it. Full, round breasts that I want to weigh in my hands. I want to slide my hands over and grip as I sink my cock deep inside her. And that ass… Elsie wasn't like the other girls. She was pure, defiant fire, and that was the attraction. Her small, fragile body held that iron will. Everyone else here, including Lena, the staff, and even Aiden sometimes, was predictable. Elsie was a puzzle. She looked at us like an enemy, and that made her all the more dangerous. I liked dangerous.

At least, that is what everyone else thinks, but that isn’t the true reason. You see, I have a secret. One that I can't tell a soul because if I do, I will die before I accomplish what it is I’m meant to achieve. You see, my name may be Eleanor, but my past name was Elise. Elise was born to a tyrant of an alpha and a weak mother who couldn’t protect her or her twin sister. She was given away at birth to suffer in an orphanage along the sea, where she was beaten and bullied day in and day out. When she was adopted by a farming family, she thought that things were looking up, but they were much worse than the orphanage, so much worse.

"Right, you talk a lot. So I'd like to ask you a question. Can you wear shoes if you don't have legs?" The question perplexed Elia. Her elf ears shifted just a tad. 'What's with the strange question?' "How can I if I don't have legs?" I straightened my back and said solemnly. "So, why do you wear that?" ‘That?’ Elia was taken aback for a brief moment before realizing. She was the kind of beauty that would only be born once in a thousand years, the kind of beauty that even gods would be willing to die for. She was also an elf, which made her even more beautiful and desirable to both men and gods.

Amelia noticed the troubled expression on Alfred's face. "I'm sorry" Amelia apologizes as she looks down. "Madam Lia" Helga felt sad for her young miss. She glared at Alfred who was clearly the cause of Amelia's worry. "M-Madam Lia, it's not your fault. You're pregnant, you shouldn't stress yourself too much" Alfred says, trying to lighten her up. "He's right, madam Lia" Helga said and showed a gentle smile.

Nimuel said. She came closer to her and sat down on the bed beside her. Aelanor was still on the floor, crying silently. Nimuel brushed her hair with her fingers ever so softly and pulled her up on the bed, beside the Queen. "You've aged," Queen Gaelemar chuckled. "I prefer to think that I have matured, in terms of age as well as mental faculties. Tell me mother, don't the elves have the same mental growth as humans?" she asked. "Of course, we do, my child. In fact, we are wiser than any other race, and we are the same ever since our birth."