Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 109099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“All right—to bed it is.” And Seldarin rose, lifting me like I weighed no more than a feather pillow—which was absolutely not the case.
“What’s in that stuff, anyway?” I mumbled as the darker Fae carried me to the huge four-poster bed and laid me carefully in the middle of it.
“The distilled essence of the Heart’s Blood berries which were blessed by Lolth herself,” Krynn told me. “The Nectar you drank will help you assume your true form. Don’t worry,” he added. “Sel and I will stay by your side the whole night and be sure you are well.”
“I don’t feel…so well,” I mumbled. I had a passing thought that maybe they had drugged me somehow. And then everything went hazy and I couldn’t think at all anymore.
11
Seldarin
I frowned as I watched the Princess moaning. She was shifting uneasily on the bed, her face twisted into an expression of pain.
“What’s wrong with her?” I demanded, glaring at Krynn. “What’s hurting her?”
“I don’t know.” He looked anxious, which made me fucking worried. “It might be the effects of the Nectar.”
“You said it would reveal her true form—not cause her pain!” I exclaimed. “I thought it was just supposed to help her get rid of the human dross.”
“It is—the Nectar of Lolth will strip away anything obscuring the Princess’s true form,” he said. “But as I said before, there might be a spell on her—something that’s fighting the Nectar’s power and trying to keep her human.”
At that moment, the Princess turned towards me and I saw that her eyes were rolled up in her head and her whole body was shaking.
“Whatever it is, we have to help her!”
I put a hand on her arm, which was flung out towards me. The touch of her skin made me gasp. Just moments before when I had placed her in the bed, her temperature had been normal. Now she was burning up.
“She’s got a fucking fever!” I told Krynn. He came around to the other side of the bed and put a hand on her forehead. The look on his face turned from anxious to deeply concerned.
“There’s definitely a spell on her. It was hidden but now it’s coming to the surface. Can’t you feel it?”
I shook my head. My magic is powerful but it’s a blunt instrument—only useful for battle. Krynn’s powers are more intuitive and sensitive—I wasn’t surprised he could feel something I couldn’t. If he said there was a spell on the Princess, I believed him.
The question was, what in the name of Lolth were we going to do about it?
12
Krynn
I had never seen two forms of magic fight inside a living being before—it was dismaying to behold. It was clear to me that the Nectar of Lolth was doing its best to bring forth the Fae part of the Princess—to help her rid herself of the human dross that had collected around her during her time in the Mortal Realm.
Like the cocoon a caterpillar builds around itself or the skin of a snake, this Mortal part must be shed in order for her to fully emerge as the Royal Fae she was. But the spell that had been laid on her—probably when she was no more than an infant—was fighting the power of the Nectar. Whoever had laid it on her wanted the Princess to remain human forever—to live and die the brief, sad life of a Mortal creature rather than the centuries upon centuries allotted to those of our kind.
“Please!” the Princess moaned and began tearing at the gown that I had given her to wear. “So…so hot! Can’t stand…burning up!”
“What should we do? Call for the healer?” Seldarin demanded.
I shook my head.
“No—the Court Healer is in league with Mordren, you know that. If we called him, he’d probably try to poison the Princess. We can’t let him anywhere near her while she’s so vulnerable.”
“Well, we have to fucking do something!” I could see the worry and frustration in my oldest friend’s bronze eyes. Though we had known the Princess only a few hours, he felt the same possessive protectiveness of her that I felt myself. She was hurting, so of course he wanted to help her.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much help we could offer.
“There isn’t a lot we can do,” I told him, shaking my head. “Except try to make her comfortable during this process. The magics that are battling inside her have to fight it out.”
“But that might kill her!” Seldarin, who was usually so stoic, looked more upset than I had ever seen him.
“I don’t think it will,” I said cautiously. “I believe that her Royal Blood and the Nectar of Lolth will defeat the spell that has been on her all these years. For now, let’s try to ease her discomfort. You start removing her clothes and I’ll get some water to bathe her with.”