The Crystal Fae and the Obsidian Fae had been at odds for centuries. Even before the war in which my father was captive.
The long, detailed family tree blew my mind. I hadn’t realised how diverse and large Nicholas’s family line was.
“You know, I always found history to be a boring subject.”
I let out a surprised gasp, dropping the book from my hands as Morgana appeared out of thin air. She laughed as she caught
the book in the air. I didn’t think I would ever get used to Nicholas’s family just showing up whenever they chose. It made me
think about privacy and if I were ever really alone.
“Your brother ordered me to read up on my history.”
“And since when do you take orders? I thought you would be a fun princess, one who broke the rules.” She winked at me as
she slid down into the chair opposite, crossing her legs.
“That was before I agreed to marry your brother. Now I do have some rules I must abide by.”
She puffed out her cheeks and rolled her eyes at my response. She reminded me of Talia and it made me miss my younger
sister deeply. It didn’t help that Morgana was also the youngest of the four siblings. Nicholas being the oldest, then April,
Vanessa, and finally Morgana.
“My brother will soon learn he takes orders from his wife. Just like Da did.”
“Da?”
“Our father, King Theodore.”
“I read about your father back home. He and your mother captured my father and held him prisoner.”
She lowered her eyes, her smile dropping at the same time as she placed the book down on the small wooden table in
between us.
“I wasn’t born then, none of my siblings were. I’m not sure what happened, as the truth was always kept secret from us all.
All I know was, your father wasn’t a captive. He, too, made a deal.”
He made a deal? A deal for what? I never imagined my father to be that type of Fae. He was too soft in nature, the kindest
soul I’d ever known. I needed to know more. I was now craving that knowledge and understanding that we are more alike than
I once thought.
“Do you know what the deal was?”
“It was something to do with some other Fae. A woman, I believe. But that’s all I know. Sorry, Ella.”
I was startled by the nickname. It was Talia’s nickname for me. A lump formed in my throat at another reminder of her.
“I hope you don’t mind the name; Ornella is just such a mouthful and Ella is kinda cute.”
“It’s alright,” I admitted, settling my shock. “My sister Talia used to call me that. When she was little she couldn’t say
Ornella.”