Vernal by Randi Cooley Wilson

Author:Randi Cooley Wilson [Wilson, Randi Cooley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Vernal
Publisher: Randi Cooley Wilson
Published: 2016-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

Serena

MOTHER—JUST WHAT EVERY GIRL WANTS to hear after she admits to liking someone who confessed to bonding with her in the womb. And why did he jump away from me so fast?

The air whistles around me, and I turn in a composed manner and come face-to-face with Queen Ophelia.

I’ve heard rumors throughout the supernatural world about her insane beauty. They say it brings mere mortals to their knees, and haunts the demigods in their dreams.

Standing in front of her, I can say it’s all true. She’s beyond stunning. My lips part in awe. It’s like seeing a rare flower that you’ve only heard exists until it’s in front of you.

The sun beams off her golden-blonde hair, highlighting the long strands. She has it braided on one side, entwined with lime leaves. The scent is citrusy, crisp, invigorating.

Cognac irises that mirror Tristan’s meet my awed gaze, and a kind smile crosses her cherry lips as she curtsies. The long, flowing forest-green dress she’s wearing cascades across the grass in a dream-like fashion. A chiffon olive cape drapes over her slender figure as she returns to her full height and her gaze meets mine.

“Princess Serena, it is a great honor to welcome you into the woodland realm.” Her voice is sweet. Angelic.

After a moment, I come to my senses and curtsy. “Your Majesty, it’s I who am honored.” I find my voice.

Queen Ophelia dips her chin, pleased with my manners, and holds out an olive branch, which I take with a smile.

“The twig is a friendship token among the woodland nymphs. It is a symbol of peace and love,” she explains.

“It is a most treasured gesture, Your Majesty,” I reply, recalling my training in formalities of state. “Thank you.”

“Mother,” Tristan steps toward her, taking her hands and kissing each cheek lightly. “You look beautiful, as always.”

At the sight of him, her eyes light up, filling with adoration. Her palm lifts and rests on his cheek. “It’s good to see you, Tristan. Are you well, my dear boy?”

“I am, though I won’t be if you keep referring to Serena as Princess. She’s not fond of the title,” he informs her. “It angers her. To no end. Like, death-threat-inducing rage.”

The queen’s brows pinch before she slides her concerned gaze to me. “Apologies, Serena. I meant no disrespect.”

I force a smile and vow to kill Tristan in his sleep—with a pillow. Suffocation is definitely the way to end him.

“It’s fine, Your Majesty,” I reply. “Truly, you’re welcome to use the title. Or call me whatever you’d like.”

Tristan throws me a victorious smirk before turning back to his mom. “She prefers to be called raindrop.”

“Raindrop?” his mother repeats, bemused.

“Actually, I don—,” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Have you received word from Zander?” he asks her.

She nods. “The Diablo Fairies have been held off, for now. Serena’s family has returned to London.” Her gaze slides to mine. “Your guard was badly injured, but is being cared for. Zander has placed your friend, Magali, under the safekeeping of a young protector named Ethan,” she explains, and turns to Tristan.

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