Edited by Caro1970 at 05-29-2024 10:11
I am Meredith Gentry, P.I. and Princess Merry, heir to thethrone of Fairie. Now there are those among me who whisper I am more. They fear me even as they protect me. And who can blamethem? I've awakened the dazzling magic that's slumbered in themfor thousands of years. But the thing is, I can't figure outwhy. My aunt, the Queen of Air and Darkness, is no longerdistracted by her usual sadistic hobbies. Her obsession has turned unwaveringlyto me. The mission to get me pregnant and beat my cousin Prince Cel to thecrown is taking longer than expected. Even though I spend each night with theQueen's Ravens, my immortal guards, no child has come of our decadentpleasures. But something else is happening. My magic courses through meuncontrollably. And as I lock my half-mortal body with their full-Sidhe bloodedones, the power surges like never before. It all began with the chalice. I dreamed of it, and itappeared, cool and hard, beside me when I awoke. My guards know the ancientrelic well - its disappearance ages ago stripped them of their vital powers.But it is here with us now. My touch resonates with its force, and they'reconsumed with it, their Sidhe essences lit up by it. But even as they cherishme for this unexpected gift, there are those who loathe me for it. Me, amongrel, only half fey and part mortal. The Unseelie court has suffered for solong, and there are some who would not have it weakened further by an impurequeen. My enemies grow in number every day. But they do not know what I amcapable of. Nor, for that matter, do I. . . .
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