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"Really Rowan? Really? You'll allow yourself to sink so low as to fall in love with a weak peasant?" Maeve chided her nephew.
"Aunt, there is no sinking so low, we are soul mates. I love Lyria." Rowan retorted sharply.
"Really? Soul mates? Do you even know what that means? Maeve asked with a raised eyebrow, "Or are you just so young and foolish that you mix lust with love?
"First of all I'm not young, I'm two centuries old and second it's not lust! I truly love Lyria and she loves me too! Rowan nearly shouted at Maeve, his frustration clear.
Maeve merely glazed at her nephew, both pity and understanding in her eyes. "We'll see, when your subjects and peers refuse to acknowledge her as your mate and queen, and you regret your choice, we'll see." And with that Maeve glided out of the room.
Prince Rowan of the Fae ran a hand through his long, silver hair, his frustration evident in his face. And with a long sigh, he too walked out of the room.
What both powerful fae didn't sense was that, hiding behind a tapestry in a secret passage was the girl they were arguing over.
Lyria's POV
Tears streaked down her cheeks, as she thought about herself. She was a fey girl from the outskirts of Wendlyn . Because her bloodlines were that of lesser fae, she didn't have the ability to shapeshift like the more powerful fae. But she never minded he lineage or lack of power, not until she met Rowan that is. Beautiful, exotic, powerful, talented Rowan, son of Mora, Prince of the Eternal Faes'.After she met Rowan, her life is just filled with doubts after doubts, 'Is she pretty enough? Smart enough? Powerful enough to be a good match for a high prince?' Especially now, listening to Rowan argue with his aunt over her worth or lack of therefore, her doubts and insecurities bombard her. 'Will Rowan still want her years from now?'
100 years later
Lyria sat on down her rocking chair determine to concentrate on attempting to stitch a handkerchief, before long, she sigh and got up again. Rowan, Rowan, Rowan, her thoughts were all on Rowan as she began to pace around the room, again. Sigh… all those years ago even though it chafes her to admitted it, Maeve was right. After Rowan mated with her, there was plenty of discontent, from both the high fae and the lesser fae, especially from the high fae. They refused to acknowledge her, not as Rowan's mate and definitely not as their princess. Eventually, Rowan got tired of these comments, so when Maeve offered him a chance to get back into her favor, he accepted, instantly. He became one of her cadre. By the time he realized his mistake, but it was too late, far too late. Bond to blood with Maeve, he is forced to do Maeve's bidding, regardless of his feelings on the matter. Which is why Rowan left and took with him, her thoughts. Apparently Maeve wanted Rowan to train a hot-shot demi fae from Adarlan. He's been gone for the past few months and… Knock, knock…
The sound of someone pounding on the castle doors startled her out of her thoughts. As she hurried to the door, she wondered who could it be, it's not like she gets visitors, especially not in the middle of the night. When she opened the doors, she saw Rowan…. with a girl in his arms.
How was my story so far? I'm not used to writing fanfictions and this feels so awkward. But, please review. Any comment is welcomed.