Page 40 of Royal Lies

Once I swear we- no not now. I need to focus.

Scattering the knowledge written in the pages of books on the table and floors, in the air, and on the seats of the chairs. "Come on, come on. I muttered as I tried spell after spell. Gritting my teeth I could feel the magic tying me to my conscious mind but, I was almost there just a little more.

Please. Why isn't it working? Come on, spells, ruins, awakening spells? Amnesia, reversed remembrance?No, no, no! Which spells? Which spells? Which spells? Which spells?!

Scattering more books across the floors and in the air with my light magic I continued to search. How am I able to use my light gift like this? Well, hovering things in the air and such is basic magic. Any fae with even the smallest amount of magic could suspend an object in mid-air or drift it over to oneself.

Skimming through thousands upon thousands of books and pages I finally found it after like forever. Ok so maybe it was only like an hour since I did use some magic to help with my reading speed. Again basic spells any fae can do.

Aha! Spell of recovery, healing, magic, object, yadi, yadi, ya- Oh, pineapples? What the hell is that doing here? Who would wanna recover a pineapple? No, don't get distracted Everetta you can do this. Memory, memory. Memory, memory.

Gotcha! Now, I just need-

“Everetta?" I paused at the sudden voice as I turned towards the steel doors to my dreamscape of this room. Cause now it was a dream and not a nightmare. I should pat myself on the back for getting out of there.

Way to go me!

It's too bad I have to cut my celebration short.

Who the fuck was in my mind?

What's more, how was he able to get in?

No one else should be in my mind, who the fuck is this fae?

I blinked confused. Was it a boy, a man? A guy?

A guy stood there. With his musked-up winter white-blue hair, and bright ice-blue eyes. His aura was familiar but, he sure as hell didn't look familiar. I mean cute, but hmm very unfamiliar.

How did he enter my mind?

"Everetta." The guy stepped forward to approach me.

Holding a dagger formed by my thoughts, I wondered if I could even hurt him here in this reality. Either way, I'm sure as hell going to try. I mean I don't even know him.

Something says I should, or so my instincts tell me. My instincts have never steered me wrong before. This might be the first time. I don't like it.

Then again I can just think up some nice cuts to inflict on his skin and poof they would just pop up. Right? This was my mind. Then again why would he, someone I've never seen or remember, be in my mind?

Now that I'm thinking about it, what's the fun in that when I could physically inflict the wounds myself? Ya, I'm a little unhinged, sue me.

Smiling sharply I noted the formal wear, the elegant small blue bow, and laced-up boots, too fancy to be a servant, so who was he? And his hair, not a Griffins. And why- why did he seem so familiar? Was he the one who gave me those clues? Ugh, that is just bugging me. I mean what the fuck!

"Everetta, my darling- please put down the knife and let me explain. There isn't much time left. You need to understan-" He eyed the floor as I too looked down at the floor.

I have no idea what he is thinking about but I slid one of my feet against the pages of one book. I slid it behind me in case he started dissecting what I was doing with the books scattered all around me. I mean not that sliding that one book would help. Hell one is even underneath his feet. Oh, well that wasn't helpful. Oops. Maybe I should just charge at him.

Then again by now while I'm contemplating what to do I'm pretty sure he's already figured out what I was researching.

Ahh!

Since, when did he get so close? Oh no he didn't, the books are just scattered throughout the room.

Hmm, I should fix that habit of mine. Scattering books on the floor I mean, Flynn's used to hassle me about being more organized. Something about finding things easier or something.

I turned back to the blue-haired guy, which I mean was it truly blue, it looked kind of white. A smile twitched against his face and he turned his brilliant blue eyes back at me.

"Remembrance?" He cocked a brow, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as if we were familiar with one another.

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