his own. Possess her, mark her in some way, so that no one could ever claim her.
He shook his head at his wayward thoughts. Those were emotions unlike anything Garick had experienced before. Other than fucking for release, he’d never truly wanted a woman before.
To desire the faerie who was to be his mate, whom he’d sworn to protect…by all that was magical in the heavens, it was too much for him. He had to focus on his duty, not on his emotions. This mating between he and Noele had been ordained to unite their kingdoms, to strengthen their hold on the northern territories.
It was not for love or emotion or passion. Those ideals were beyond him…he was incapable.
Roarke’s snort brought him out of his reverie.
“What?”
“You keep trying to convince yourself you’re not falling in love with the faerie princess. It isn’t working.
You’ll be drooling at her feet by nightfall.”
His protector’s smirk only heightened his irritation. “Don’t you have some duties to attend to, Roarke?”
“Yes. I must stand by my king for the entire day and evening.” It was times like these that Garick wished for one moment alone both in thought and in presence. With a sigh, he allowed himself to be readied for the ceremony.
* * * * *
Noele conjured a magical calming chant to drown out the constant chattering of her sisters and Isolde as they prepared her. Her mind wandered to grey eyes and dark hair, firm muscles and a cock that would…
“Noele! You are not paying attention!”
She looked up at the sound of Solara’s voice. “Did you say something?” Solara fluttered her wings rapidly and stamped her foot. “Your mind wanders, Noele. We must finish if we are to arrive at the meadow on time.”
The meadow. Shortly she’d be married there, and still have no idea what her future held. Insecurity surrounded her, making her wish for her old life where she knew what each day held. Now, a mystery unfolded with every passing second.
Would Garick accept her? Would he cast her aside in favor of another? And why was it only his choice to make? Why did she have no voice?
“Because it is the way of faerie,” Trista responded to her thoughts.
“I know the customs and rituals, Tris. Which does not mean I have to like them.”
“He will not cast you aside,” Mina said, her copper eyes warm as the sun. “How could he not love you as we do?”
Tears welled in Noele’s eyes as Mina gently caressed her hair. She pushed aside the aching sense of loss. Soon her sisters would be leaving her. “You are right. It is time to prepare.” Focusing on her duty instead of her emotions, she allowed herself to be dressed in the stark white colors of her bridal gown. The buttery soft garment fit her snugly at the breasts and waist, flowing to the floor and behind her in a narrow train. Long sleeves curved out into a bell shape at her fingertips. Small slits had been created in the back to fit her wings, allowing them to spread out wide.
A wreath of sterling silver roses was placed on her head, her hair curling in streams down to her waist.
“A man would have to be a fool not to be enraptured by your magical beauty, my queen.” Isolde bowed, her eyes glistening with tears.
Noele reached for the young girl and smiled. “Thank you, Isolde.”
“Tis true,” Solara said, her own eyes welling with moisture. “You are so beautiful, my adored sister. I wish you happiness on this your marriage day.”
Her sisters surrounded her, gifting her with spells of love, fertility, passion and happiness. If only those spells would work on Garick, then perhaps she would not be cast aside.
Oh, what did it matter? She had no more feelings for him than he had for her. She wanted only to get past this ceremony, past tonight, and then live the life she would be given.
The life she could not choose for herself.
Sighing deeply, she affected a smile for her sisters. “Please, accompany me to the meadow.” Choking back the fear and
He shook his head at his wayward thoughts. Those were emotions unlike anything Garick had experienced before. Other than fucking for release, he’d never truly wanted a woman before.
To desire the faerie who was to be his mate, whom he’d sworn to protect…by all that was magical in the heavens, it was too much for him. He had to focus on his duty, not on his emotions. This mating between he and Noele had been ordained to unite their kingdoms, to strengthen their hold on the northern territories.
It was not for love or emotion or passion. Those ideals were beyond him…he was incapable.
Roarke’s snort brought him out of his reverie.
“What?”
“You keep trying to convince yourself you’re not falling in love with the faerie princess. It isn’t working.
You’ll be drooling at her feet by nightfall.”
His protector’s smirk only heightened his irritation. “Don’t you have some duties to attend to, Roarke?”
“Yes. I must stand by my king for the entire day and evening.” It was times like these that Garick wished for one moment alone both in thought and in presence. With a sigh, he allowed himself to be readied for the ceremony.
* * * * *
Noele conjured a magical calming chant to drown out the constant chattering of her sisters and Isolde as they prepared her. Her mind wandered to grey eyes and dark hair, firm muscles and a cock that would…
“Noele! You are not paying attention!”
She looked up at the sound of Solara’s voice. “Did you say something?” Solara fluttered her wings rapidly and stamped her foot. “Your mind wanders, Noele. We must finish if we are to arrive at the meadow on time.”
The meadow. Shortly she’d be married there, and still have no idea what her future held. Insecurity surrounded her, making her wish for her old life where she knew what each day held. Now, a mystery unfolded with every passing second.
Would Garick accept her? Would he cast her aside in favor of another? And why was it only his choice to make? Why did she have no voice?
“Because it is the way of faerie,” Trista responded to her thoughts.
“I know the customs and rituals, Tris. Which does not mean I have to like them.”
“He will not cast you aside,” Mina said, her copper eyes warm as the sun. “How could he not love you as we do?”
Tears welled in Noele’s eyes as Mina gently caressed her hair. She pushed aside the aching sense of loss. Soon her sisters would be leaving her. “You are right. It is time to prepare.” Focusing on her duty instead of her emotions, she allowed herself to be dressed in the stark white colors of her bridal gown. The buttery soft garment fit her snugly at the breasts and waist, flowing to the floor and behind her in a narrow train. Long sleeves curved out into a bell shape at her fingertips. Small slits had been created in the back to fit her wings, allowing them to spread out wide.
A wreath of sterling silver roses was placed on her head, her hair curling in streams down to her waist.
“A man would have to be a fool not to be enraptured by your magical beauty, my queen.” Isolde bowed, her eyes glistening with tears.
Noele reached for the young girl and smiled. “Thank you, Isolde.”
“Tis true,” Solara said, her own eyes welling with moisture. “You are so beautiful, my adored sister. I wish you happiness on this your marriage day.”
Her sisters surrounded her, gifting her with spells of love, fertility, passion and happiness. If only those spells would work on Garick, then perhaps she would not be cast aside.
Oh, what did it matter? She had no more feelings for him than he had for her. She wanted only to get past this ceremony, past tonight, and then live the life she would be given.
The life she could not choose for herself.
Sighing deeply, she affected a smile for her sisters. “Please, accompany me to the meadow.” Choking back the fear and
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