Marvels and Misfits (Trixie Towers #1) - Scarlett Dawn Page 0,36
Kingdom, but they were happy. They loved one another deeply.
“One day, their son ventured too far away. He had gangly limbs, as most young do, and he tripped and fell into the ocean. All of his flounderings only pushed him out farther into the water. He screamed for help, but his parents weren’t fast enough. He went over the end of the ocean to his death.”
Queen Mikko gasped in horror. “His parents must have been heartbroken.”
I licked my dry lips and nodded in agreement. “They were heartbroken, but their sorrow soon turned to anger. The two giants started destroying the realm, no longer being careful with its beauty. Soon, the entire realm was torn unrecognizable. This made the Fae angry, their beautiful creation almost entirely destroyed, which, at that time, was their path to their counterpart’s land—their own way of keeping the peace between the dark and the light Fae.
“But they didn’t want to kill the only two giants in existence, so they put them to sleep before remaking our realm even more beautiful. Then, the Fae created the first five originals of our kinds, but there they had to learn too because the originals kept killing one another. To keep everyone safe, they created the Blood Forest to keep us separated, and use it to travel to their counterpart’s land without disturbing our way of life.”
Everyone was still staring at me.
I shook my head. “That is all I know.”
Father sat back in his chair and rubbed his forehead in thought. “The important question is, why are we even talking about giants?”
Black Louie stated, “Because they are waking, King Traevon. The Fae buried them right below where we are now, and rebuilt the realm around them.”
King Athon’s solid black eyes narrowed. “The earthquakes are the giants waking?”
“Yes,” Black Louie replied, with no emotion.
“What happens if they wake up?” Queen Alora asked.
“The giants will lay waste to the kingdoms once more if they are not stopped.” Black Louie lifted the ancient book he had under his right arm, while the royals stared at him in horror. He looked up with brown void eyes, not noticing—or, more like, not caring—that his words had destroyed what we always believed to be safe—our realm. “I must read from this book now.”
An undercurrent of carnal need took me fast. I squeezed my eyes shut and propped my elbows on the table to hold my head in my trembling hands. I breathed heavily, concentrating on air flow, but that wasn’t helping as it did before.
Father placed his hand on my back and rubbed soft circles up and down my spine. “I beg your pardon, Louie, but please give us just a moment. My daughter is horribly distraught over this.”
“If you say so,” Black Louie intoned. “I will wait until Princess Trixie calms herself.”
Father leaned closer and started whispering gently against my ear, “It is all right, my daughter. The Misfits are here to help, and I have never met a challenge I cannot handle. The rulers and I will meet this head on…” He kept yammering on and on in my ear.
I only focused on squeezing my legs together more fiercely and not getting up to stalk across the room to throw myself on the bloody shifter king. This was the most awful time for this to occur, and it was so damned strong. I had never experienced an urge like this. It had to be because King Athon was so powerful.
Fae, take the man to his death before this gets worse.
I groaned softly under my breath, and grumbled, “Father, leave me the Fairy alone. I just need a moment of silence, please.”
“As you wish, my daughter,” he stated tenderly.
King Traevon removed his hand from my back and allowed me the peace I needed, silently waiting for me to comport myself for a reason he had entirely wrong.
The shakes subsided in my frame, enough for me to sit back up and breathe evenly again. My face was hot, my cheeks burning, but the dratted sweating had stopped now. The clench of my legs needed to stay, but I could manage—barely.
I nodded to Black Louie. “Thank you, Louie. Please continue.”
All the rulers were looking at me with actual, real sympathy, except for one. That particular shifter king was staring down at his desk with squinted eyes, his muscular arms crossed back over his chest, and his legs spread so damn wide it was remarkable for his size that he was that flexible.