His Little Fae

A Fae's Epiphany (II)

"I know we were both just broken stars,

but you took my heart and pieced it back together,

with dreams and hopes and quiet whispers."
________________________

Alexandria's POV:

"You did well, little one," my Father said softly, his golden gaze settling on me.

My eyes instantly flicked open at the sound of that voice, at the sound of his voice.

I blinked slowly, a part of me unable to understand what was going on. I had just been standing before my mate, my eyes the color of a setting sun and my hair challenging the moonlight. So why...

This wasn't a memory, a dream. I stared down at myself, at the size of my hands and the gray strands of hair that matched my fathers. He was right there, right in front of me, mother at his side.

Did I die then? Had I conjured up a memory of a shift just to satiate my own yearning for it? Did I only imagine myself in my mates arms?

"She has your eyes, Orion," my mother mused, taking me in as I stood a few meters away and surveyed my surroundings.

The Great Hall... from the palace. I barely remembered it. The flickering chandeliers, the floor to ceiling windows, the massive dinner table. I hadn't seen or even imagined this room since I was a child.

It was where everything had ended. Where their lives had been stolen.

"Mom..." I choked, my eyes searching her own as I subconsciously reached forward. But my fingers only slipped through her own when she reached out as well.

An illusion. Nothing more than an illusion.

She shook her head, a sad look in those bright eyes. "No, child. We're here. We've always been right here."

She was answering my question. The one I'd asked weeks ago while mourning their loss.

"Mom, Dad, Alexius," I had whispered out, my eyes pinned to the sky, almost as though I had hoped one of them would suddenly appear. "Where'd you all go and leave me behind?"

"Alexius," I managed to say, unable to think of anything else. I had so many questions, so many thoughts rushing through me. I couldn't pick one. "Where's Alexius?"

My father's eyes dimmed right along with mother's and my question was pushed aside. "We don't have much time, angel. It's a miracle we're even able to speak with you.

"You're strong, Alexandria," he told me as he met my mother's gaze, both of them nodding in unison. "Stronger than your mother and I could have ever foreseen."

Mother's eyes turned serious. "Which is why we are here to remind you. No more turning a blind eye, child. The kingdom was always yours to inherit along with your brother. You cannot ignore that."

I began to shake my head, my brows creasing. "I don't want it. I never wanted it. Gabriel Augustine tried to kill me to keep me from that throne. They don't want a werewolf ruling them."

"Then you start with Gabriel," Father answered, anger hidden behind his golden eyes, not for me but for his former council member. "You have my power running through you. Do not hide from it. You are the only Fae who can fix this."

Fix what? The tensions between supernaturals? The still crumbling Fae kingdom? The bloodthirsty leaders on all sides?

There were so many unanswered questions, I couldn't tell what they wanted me to do or even what they were trying to say.