Prince of Shadows (The Fallen Fae) by Jenna Wolfhart

Author:Jenna Wolfhart [Wolfhart, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-11T16:00:00+00:00

7

Four Years Later

“There is something I would like to do, and I wish for you to accompany me.” Thane grinned as he watched Lorcan and Vreis parry in the inner castle courtyard, his crown of golden thorns askew.

“Let me guess,” Lorcan countered as he blocked another blow from the fae he’d spent the past several years training alongside. In their time together, they had become as thick as thieves. “You wish us to count how many females proposition you at the tavern tonight.”

Vreis chuckled, his mis-matched eyes twinkling, giving Lorcan the perfect opportunity to catch him off guard. Lorcan lunged in a low strike, and his sword grazed the warrior’s stomach. Vreis stumbled back, clutching at his torn leather armor.

“I win. Again,” Lorcan said with a grin, giving Vreis an exaggerated bow.

“You two are in cahoots,” Vreis exclaimed, throwing up his hands in mock anger. “You planned this exchange beforehand so that I would fall into your trap, get distracted from the fight, and lose.”

The smile died on Lorcan’s lips. It was a joke that hit far too close to home. Since the day that Lorcan had lied his way to the prince’s side, he had come to deeply regret it. Thane Selkirk and his mother had shown him nothing but kindness, and he had repaid them with stolen scribbled words on owl wings.

“What is it you need, Your Highness?” Lorcan asked stiffly, his sword hand dropping heavily to his side.

Thane leaned against the wooden railing between the training grounds and the rest of the inner courtyard where the gardens were blooming with its spring flowers. “We’re going on a quest. The three of us.”

Vreis raised a bushy brow. “A quest? Don’t tell me you wish to go lurking around the fire lands in search of a dragon to slay. Perhaps save a princess, too, while we’re at it? I know your mother is eager for you to find a lass to wed, and it can’t be one of those tavern wenches, I’m afraid.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Thane countered with an easy smile. “There are no taverns in the fire lands.”

Lorcan laughed. Vreis joined in, too. Soon, the three of them were guffawing so loudly that the sounds of their cheer echoed off the looming white stone walls.

“So, then what is this great quest?” Lorcan asked once the laughter had died down.

“Something far more illustrious than slaying dragons.”

“Is that a yes to the princess rescue or…” Vreis asked, hope in his mis-matched eyes.

“Poor Vreis,” Lorcan said. “He loses to me so often that not a single female in all of Tairngire will join him in his bed.”

Another round of guffaws filled the air. In the years since he had arrived in Tairngire, he often found himself just like this. Surrounded by Vreis and Thane and laughter and swords. They were an odd team. A revelrous prince, a former street urchin, and a shadow fae in hiding. A spy.

No matter how comfortable Lorcan got, he could not forget why he was here. His father would not stop reminding him.

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