Cast in Faefire: An Urban Fantasy Romance (The Mage Craft Series Book 3) by SM Reine

Author:SM Reine [Reine, SM]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Iris Books
Published: 2016-05-22T22:00:00+00:00

Hours before the time of the gala arrived, the Onyx Queen finished transforming Niflheimr from the miserable site of tragedy into a shimmering mecca of pleasure. The holes in the palace had been repaired or concealed with flowers. Steel flowed among the vines, creating lattice upon which magical flora could bloom, filling every one of the dark ice hallways with blossoms that glowed from the inside.

It wasn’t quite on the level of the magic that allowed a jungle to grow in Marion’s bedroom, but Violet hadn’t wanted to totally mask the natural beauty of the Winter Court. She’d wanted to augment it.

Now the council was arriving to enjoy it all.

Marion met the guests on the balcony where planeswalkers and sidhe brought the politicians in. She wore a single fur-lined cloak that wouldn’t make her look as susceptible to the cold as she felt.

Underneath, Marion wore one of the many dresses that Luciana Sellabon had created for her. This one was red with nearly orange undertones—a color very much typical of the Autumn Court. It curved over her breasts and pinched at the waist, giving the illusion of longer legs. It was the dress of a princess waiting to become queen, like a rosebud hours from blooming.

Konig matched her, she knew. He wore robes in the same shades of velvety red with leather leggings and boots that made him a foot taller than Marion. He looked like rock star royalty, young and sexy but traditional.

He was elsewhere, though, leaving Marion to handle the greeting with none but a handful of the Raven Knights to guard her. They’d been dressed in tones of cold blue that matched Niflheimr, as Marion and Konig’s personal guards soon would.

The sidhe were forced to tone down their magic for the sake of the arriving party members, many of who were mortal. Even without the distorting vibrancy of sidhe energy, though, all of Niflheimr and its inhabitants—especially the Raven Knights—were so resplendent that it made Marion’s eyes ache in their sockets.

“Thank you for coming,” Marion said, shaking hands with Ruelle Myön, the High Priestess of the Allied Covens.

“It’s my pleasure.” Ruelle’s hungry eyes drank in the staircase behind Marion. Covetous fantasies skimmed the surface of her mind. Ruelle hadn’t come to have her mind changed about the vote—she’d come to have sex with unseelie sidhe, and she couldn’t wait to dig in.

Marion ordinarily made no attempts to read minds, but she reached into Ruelle’s to see what she’d already decided about the vote.

Her heart skipped a beat to see that Ruelle would vote against Konig.

Perhaps there was something to be done about that. Ruelle was singularly focused on sex with the sidhe, and it wasn’t like the sidhe were unwilling participants. Marion would ask Konig if they could bribe Ruelle with a member of their court.

Marion shook hands and exchanged light kisses with Ruelle’s entourage. In addition to bringing her coven—all twelve of them—she’d brought a few heads of other covens. There was more than enough space to accommodate them.

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