Page 9 of Finding Love with the Fae King

The portal led us to the side of a mountain, a cliff separating us from the large farmland and communities below. No cars were found, and many people were taken to horses and carriages.

“There are no cars here?” I questioned Mom as she led me to the carriage.

“No, we want to keep the land pure, unlike humans that spoil the Earth. This has been maintained to keep it as a Garden of Eden. We do have electricity, though. The windmills and several dams keep us a little civilized.” She chuckled as Esteban opened the carriage door for me.

Esteban held out his hand to lead me up to the carriage but was stopped abruptly by Tulip.

“Just shove her in there. She’s fine!” She giggled as Alec shook his head, and Esteban gave her a glare. “Come on now, Esteban, you have all day tomorrow to bewitch her. Now go on with you and your posse!” Tulip, the ever so romantic girl.

I laughed and waved Esteban goodbye as he set his lips in a pout. Tulip continued to push me to the other side of the carriage, and I sat still.

We were all sharing the carriage, Alec, Tulip, and her parents. The carriage took off with a jolt, and I opened up the curtained carriage as we continued down the mountain. There were different castles scattered across the land. One could see the Cerulean Moon Kingdom, as Alec pointed out, home to the future Queen, Clara, and her mate, Kane. They were waiting for Clara’s training to be completed before they took the throne; thus, she still ran the Crimson Shadows with Kane as their Luna. We would travel there, just beside the Cerulean Moon Kingdom.

Over to the east was the Fae or Golden Light Kingdom. There were different types of fae, as Alec pointed out. There were pixies, who were tiny and a bit of a handful, no pun intended, since they fit in the palm of your hand. When they spoke, they sounded like little bells tinkling in your ear.

Then there were the fairies, bigger than the pixies. They stood twelve inches in height and could shrink and grow their size. They could only stay in their grown form for so long until they reverted to their smaller selves. Pixies were the keepers of the land; they helped the flowers grow all over Bergarian but were considered to be controlled by the Fae King. Many other types of pixies lived here, such as Forest, Water, Garden, and Darkness. Some were sub-cultured pixies that were too rare to mention, as Alec put it.

The Golden Light Kingdom was a stark contrast to the Cerulean Moon Kingdom. Everything was brighter, and it looked like the suns favored the kingdom. The flora was brighter; the water was cleaner. Overall, it looked as if it were heaven on Earth, I mean Bergarian. “You mentioned a fae king. What is a fae, then?” Alec and the other wolves stiffened at the mention of the word. Instead of Alec, Elm spoke.

“The fae are tricky creatures, as any type of fae or fairy. However, fae are more like us, part human, with a hint of something else.” He shook his head. “They walk and talk like humans, but they still hold on to the fairy inside them. Fae are much more powerful than all the other, smaller cultures of themselves; they are said to have strengthened over time and were not actually created by any God. These are all rumors, of course.” He smiled.

Listening intently, I put my hands on my face and my elbows on my knees to encourage him to finish the story.

Everyone laughed at my twinkling eyes as I pouted. “Fine, fine. I forget the child in you, Melina.” Satisfied with my efforts, I sat back to listen more.

“Besides what I have told you, there isn’t much more to tell. They are private. They don’t go around blabbing their history to us shifters, vampires, or demons. Even the King himself hasn’t left his palace in over three hundred years, which changed just a few months ago.”

“That has got to be brutally boring, and three hundred years?”

Alec nodded. “Yeah, supernaturals don’t age past thirty, and we continue to live unless something kills us. The oldest supernatural I’ve heard of was three thousand years old.”

My mouth dropped. How wonderful to live that long, to see your great, great, great, and maybe a few more great-grandchildren grow up with their husbands and wives. Humans really got the short end of the stick.

“Tulip, I’m going to be old and gray, and you are going to still look beautiful, no fair!”

Tulip chuckled but didn’t laugh as happily as I did.

“What’s wrong?”

“There will be one day that you won’t be here anymore,” she said with sadness in her eyes.

I hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek. The thought of them not telling me what they were was out the window. Tulip really cared about me, and knowing she would be this upset after I was gone was proof of that.

“Don’t cry, dear Tulip, or you will start to wilt,” I spoke in a Southern American accent.

“Pray to Selene she has a mate. There is a rumor that more humans are becoming mates of our kind,” Rose interjected. A wicked smile played on her lips. I wondered if she knew more than she let on.

I squinted my eyes, giving her the ‘do you know something?’ look. Patting my hand, she then looked back out the window as if the conversation had never happened.

“Anyway, before I was interrupted—” Elm coughed for attention.

Tulip sat up and nuzzled into Alec’s neck, to which Elm rolled his eyes.

“The Fae King actuallydidleave the castle during the brief Rogue War three months ago and is rumored to be coming by tomorrow for the peace treaty signing after both Alec and Tulip’s mating ceremony.”

Tulip’s eyes grew large, and a sizable, unnatural-looking smile was plastered to her face.

My eardrum just about exploded as Tulip howled inside the carriage. Everyone was covering their ears, and I finally had to stick my head out the window. The horses were yipping and neighing, and warriors on horses were looking in confusion. I laughed and giggled as we continued to roll down the cemented path toward the Warrior Pack.

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