Page 22 of Royal Lies

Anyhow, where was I? Right, that mysterious creepy angry, and I don't mean the crazy mad this time, voice in my head, which might not be just in my head and could be some invisible guy sneakily following us.

You know that can happen.

At least I think so.

Can it?Hold on what was I saying oh, right right, the disembodied voice in my head. Cause, it definitely can't be anything else.

It may just be nothing.

Smiling the best smile I could give at the moment and praying that this would convince him I shook my head, “Sorry, something just spooked me.” It wasn’t a lie, I was spooked. Hearing voices iscreepy~

I'll let Eli wonder what might have spooked me. Let his imagination run wild for once.

Does the guy even have an imagination? Hmm?.

Anyway, fae can't lie. Ya, did I not mention that? Or maybe I did. We can't lie. Don't know why but we just can't. But, if we forget to mention a little detail here and there. Well, that's not really a lie, it's simply not stating the entire thing. Completely different.

Ok, I really feel like I mentioned this whole lying thing.

Recently I feel like it's getting harder to remember things. But that must just be my imagination.

Eli frowned, sighing as he walked towards me, not completely convinced of my semi-truth. Oh no, not that thingy thing he does. I don't know why but I just don't like it. You know that little spell he does tohelpcalm me down. I just don't like how cold it always is. It's not like his other magic where it's only kinda cold. This spell he does to helpsootheme was likefreezing.

Inching away I quickly came up with an excuse, “I‘m just tired. I‘d been using too much magic to keep us walking and prevent us from sleeping." Turning away from him I hurriedly set my things down as if to prove my point.Just a little rest and I’ll be more rested, and hopefully stop hearing those voices.Not lying, Iwasusing my magic. After all, you can't really expect me to walk up this mountain without magic, right? I’ve been using magic to help keep us as warm as possible in this freezing tundra as well as using it to keep our feet above the seven feet of snow instead of trudging through it waist deep. Cause hey, two of us were shorties while the lucky girl was a nice five feet ten. Ok, fine maybe not completely to mine and Eli’s waist but the snow would be rather hard for us to trek through.

"I won't be reminded every day about what I've lost!” The man's voice came again, louder this time. I tried to walk it off.

Not now disembodied voice, I'm trying to convince Eli I can't hear you when I can.

Eli frowned more as I rolled my eyes, "Come on let's just settle down here ok?”

That Night…

"I won't be reminded every day about what I've lost!” The man's words played over and over, again and again in my mind as I tossed and turned in the sheets trying to shake off this memory.

Frowning I watched as the scene turned murky, then a light as bright as the Sun beamed in through a cracked door.

"I won't be reminded every day about what I've lost. I'm not going to stay here and watch over something that she left behind, a thing that nearly killed her. I just won't." The man’s words were like a sword cutting the air as he stormed out the door. But, before he could I stopped him.

One word was all it took. Inwardly, I was happy that I could at least capture his attention with that one word. Overjoyed that-that word still meant something to him. "Daddy?" I tentatively asked, but this voice, this voice was not mine, yet I knew this was my body.

Hey, did the man just grow several feet taller? And what the hell was up with my voice, why was it so squeaky, almost like a child's?

Was I a kid now?

"Daddy, your back! I knew you'd come back for me-" But the girl's words, my words were cut off.

Ya, this definitely can't be me right? I'm never that desperate.

The man turned to face me, his eyes so much like mine golden, his hair like the sun, anyone could tell he was my father, the only difference was our skin. Where he had a lightly tanned complexion mine was more fair. A pale white vs his tinted olive.

However, whatever small lingering hope I had attached to this man, my father burned and crumbled away at the utter look of hatred he turned towards me. It was like all the fluttering lights saved in these wishes, that he would return home for me,were crushed into black char. I just wanted him to love me. As I felt the cool wet streak trail down my cheeks I awoke with a startle, a cool hand pressed against my forehead.

Afreezinghand.

Batting the damn thing away I glared down at the offending appendage. "I told you not to do that! You know I don't like it!” Slapping his hand away from my forehead I turned a withering glare at Eli.

"Sorry, I thought I could help a little. You seemed like you needed it. Everetta you were thrashing like some crazed loon". I rolled my eyes at his unneeded commentary.

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