Queen by Farrell Claire

Author:Farrell, Claire [Farrell, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mythology & Folk Tales, Horror, Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Published: 2014-05-28T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The next morning, I could barely lift my head from the pillow when Rat scurried into the room. She kept her head bowed as she put a plate on the night stand. When she turned to leave, I noticed a bulge at the back of her dress where her trapped wings were trying to move. Depressed and frustrated, I nibbled at the grapes, the only food I recognised.

Later, I was taken to court. Some of the people had dressed similarly to the way I had been dressed the day before. I sat in my mini-throne and barely listened to anything that was said. Sadler didn’t acknowledge me. The doctor wasn’t around. I was escorted back to my room when they broke for dinner. I was given no food.

The next morning, when I awoke, the sun was high in the sky. No breakfast. No fire. No company. Outside, people were arriving for court. So I hadn’t been summoned for that, either. No way was I going to let myself be forgotten. That was the biggest danger for a human amongst faeries, far more than the torture and tormenting. I ripped the most ridiculous dresses from the wardrobe, one by one.

I waited until a huge group of people walked below the tower. “I want my breakfast!” I stuffed a dress out of the window. The faeries looked up at me.

“Right now!” I shouted as loud as I could manage, throwing out another dress.

The fae gathered beneath my window. A few snatched up a dress and ran. I shouted ridiculous demands and waited for somebody to come and shut me up. The door unlocked as I was shoving a particularly poofy dress through the window. I turned to see Rat standing on the threshold, twisting her fingers together anxiously.

“Stop it,” she said. “You have to stop that.”

I advanced on her, my wedding dress in my hands. “Are you telling me what to do?”

She shook her head, her eyes widening.

“Good. Last I was told, I’m the queen around here, and the queen had better be bloody well fed each and every day. If I die before this baby is born, then Sadler is fucked, and who do you think he’s going to blame?”

She squirmed, her eyes darting to the door.

“I want my breakfast, and a bath, and… a hat,” I said.

“A hat?” The random request was enough to stop her shaking. “You want a hat?”

“Yes,” I said, thinking hard. “I want… a neon-green top hat with a big silver band. And some black lace.” I tried not to laugh. “That’s exactly what I want. Can you get that for me?”

“Um, I…” She cleared her throat. “Well, it’ll take a few days, and you’re supposed to go downstairs to court.”

“I’ll have breakfast then a bath, and I’ll think about going downstairs after lunch.”

She looked as if she might have a heart attack.

“It’s okay,” I said gently. “If you’re scared to tell then pass the message onto Reynard.”

“The Fox?”

“Yep. If he’s so familiar with the queen, then he can be in charge of bringing her wishes to the king’s attention.

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