Chapter 2 Iysabelle

The ride to the palace was silent. I could tell that Aaron wanted to talk to me, but I was having no part in that. If he wanted to talk to me, maybe he should have thought about that before he whisked me away to the one place I could never be safe.

I finally decide to break the silence. “Why me? Why these specific traits? What’s special about me?” I really do want to know the answers but I doubt that the king will answer.

He surprises me by answering, “I chose you because you are the only one who could survive my court. You are the only mortal that could ever tame us. We need you.”

“Who’s this ‘we’ you speak of? It sounds like you’re talking about yourself but in the plural?” These Fae are really strange, how could I tame something I know nothing about.

His words bring me out of my head, “Each High Fae has two forms. The first, their Fae form, the pointed ears, eerie beauty, slightly unnatural overall. The second is an animal form. It can be any shape or size, any other creature. Mine is,” he sighs, “was, a wolf. Now it’s a wretched beast I have no control over.” He hangs his head, dejected. Looking almost human. I am struck by the urge to reach across the car and give him a hug.

Then the car comes to a stop and the moment is gone. I freeze realizing all possibility of escape that I had ended the second we drove through those gates. Dammit! I went over this with Sam. If I was ever caught, I was supposed to escape and meet Sam so we could run away.

“Are you plotting your escape?” The king asks. “Or are you deciding the best way to kill me?” His voice chills my blood, but I don’t think he knows I was planning on doing just that. Attempting to kill him, as I don’t have the gifts needed to kill a Fae, and then to escape. I just have to remember that I have six months, eight at the most if I’m going to pull this off.

I decide to act like I don’t know what he’s talking about, “I was doing no such thing. Being hungry might be a foreign concept to you Fae, but most of the villages don’t get enough food. I am hungry. I haven’t even eaten a proper meal in months. So I’m sorry if you’re frustrated with my silence but I am not in a good mood so leave me alone.” He actually has the audacity to look confused. I can’t believe this guy. He purposely withholds food and then thinks he can pretend he doesn’t know what’s happening. “What the hell? Why are you acting confused? You are the one who ordered the soldiers to withhold the food. The one who made us have mandatory checks to see if we were hoarding what little food we were given. You-

“I did none of that. I knew nothing of this. All I said is that the young women needed to be fed more than the others.” He seems genuine and that makes me all the more angry.

“Dammit!” I try to lunge at him, to tear his throat out for what he’s done, but his guards get to me first. I pull against them screaming at the ruthless Fae standing in front of me. “You Fae say that you are far more intelligent than any mortal yet you, my king,” I spit the title, “are an idiot. You should know more than anyone that Fae are creatures you have to be careful when giving orders. You told them to give the young women more food, not thinking that maybe they would just reduce all families food sources to that one girl’s rations. My whole family has been living off of a loaf of bread and a handful of oats. The only reason we survived this torture, is that I had a hidden garden, one that no Fae can see. I was the sole reason anyone in our village survived. And you just took me away from the people who needed me most.”

“Call me an idiot, I don’t care. I am used to far harsher language.” He then turns to his female guards. “Escort Ms. Venatores to her rooms. If they are not to her liking then you know what rooms to give her. I hope you find your stay enjoyable.” The Fae King then turns on his heel and leaves me at the mercy of my escorts.

“So, where are we going?” I ask a woman clothed in an electric purple strap across jacket and black trousers. She ignores me and continues to guide me along the winding halls. We soon come along a large window looking out over a emerald green pasture. Over in the distance is a stable, “Could I possibly go there instead of my rooms? I love horse riding.”

“That is his majesty’s private stable. That’s where he keeps his pegasi as well as his horses. No one is allowed inside.” As I expected the guard was very blunt. I hang my head in disappointment. I was hoping to get to ride while I was here.

We soon get to my room. I walk in and freeze. It’s almost exactly like my room back home. The door closes behind me and locks. Usually I would yell and scream and try and get out but tonight I just am to tired. So all I do is pass out on the bed.

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