Dreamer of Briarfell: A Retelling of Sleeping Beauty (Fairytales of Folkshore Book 7) by Lucy Tempest

Author:Lucy Tempest [Tempest, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781949554137
Publisher: Folkshore Press
Published: 2020-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Time in the Summer Court moved in a way I couldn’t conceive.

But that might be because I was, technically, dreaming. Or as Robin had put it, in a dream-self state. Dreams warped the perception of time, making a minute feel like an hour. The lone day we’d been here felt like an unending week of sunshine.

Being whatever I was now, I didn’t need rest, and was unhampered by barriers. So while my companions slept and recuperated, I charted the Summer Palace. And all the time, I rethought my conversation with Robin.

In retrospect, I had made several mistakes. I’d been too honest with him, too open, in a way I’d never been with anyone. As painful as the topic had been, I’d never felt more comfortable expressing it, not even to myself.

Was this some fairy aura I’d been affected by? An influence that loosened my tongue, my reservations about him, and my guilt about the bitterness I felt towards everything in my life?

There was also the question of why he was the only one who could see me until we arrived in Faerie.

I’d first thought his fairy blood explained it, before I remembered that Keenan had made no note of me. So perhaps it was fate? That Robin had seen me, because he’d been meant to help me?

Whatever it was, it wouldn’t matter after today.

He’d done his part, and he’d be gone.

Unable to dwell on what today would bring, I circled the pearl palace, weaving in and out of its magnificent hallways and chambers, watching sunrise, midday, and afternoon, but no sunset framed in every window I passed. By the time I doubled back to the quarters we were given, it was time, finally, to meet the Summer King.

“You didn’t sleep!” Agnë exclaimed as soon as she saw me.

“She’s already asleep, moron,” Meira grouched.

“How am I supposed to remember that when she’s clearly conscious? Does this even count as sleep?”

“That’s literally what the curse is!”

“But she’s been awake for who knows how long!” Agnë argued, wiggling with wound-up agitation. “Her mind must be exhausted!”

“You don’t sleep because your mind is tired, but because your body is, and hers has been sleeping for weeks!”

Weeks. So I’d been in Briarfell for weeks. If Robin’s theory was correct about the connection between my body and spirit being severed over time, I could only hope today would be the day I reunited them.

I cut off their oncoming slap-fight. “As much as I find your debate of my condition informative, I’d appreciate it if you stopped talking like I wasn’t here.”

A door slammed open on the other side of the hall, and Will’s voice boomed mid-rant. “…and in one stupid move you undid years’ worth of effort to keep his identity a secret!”

Jon, who looked as good as new, swiped at Will’s head. “Enough already! I already told you his wounds couldn’t have been treated without pulling that enchanted hood off. Only one of us could have done it, and if I didn’t, he’d be

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