Enchanting the Prince
I find myself taking the same deep breaths that I take when Aolis and I are mating, feeling the world around me, feeling the living plants, the tiny creatures that live in the forest, listening to the sounds of the dryads, the fairies, the leprechauns in the distance playing their harps and flutes.
I almost feel as though I’ve become one with the forest, when I hear her.
“Welcome, Princess Guardian Lily.” Her voice, like GoldMoon’s is ancient, but still gentle, like it carries on the breeze.
I open my eyes and she’s there, glowing in the evening light. She is standing across a small pond from me. She is pure white, her long mane and tail blowing in the evening breeze. Her horn gracefully rea