The Last Descendant by Megan Haskell

Author:Megan Haskell [Haskell, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Faeries, elves, Pixies, Fiction, Fairy tales, Mythology, Fairies, Fantasy Novel, Dark Fantasy Adventure Novel, Faerie Tales, Action & Adventure, Folklore
ISBN: 9780986408328
Google: 6NNPrgEACAAJ
Publisher: Trabuco Ridge Press
Published: 2015-04-04T08:22:24.459019+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Voices rose and fell in waves of indecipherable noise that pulsed through the open doors of the throne room. Rie took a steadying breath before she stepped across the threshold on Daenor’s arm. The guards trailed behind them.

The room was more than a hundred yards long, and crowded with fae. The lesser fae gathered in segregated groups near the door, each race sticking together with only a few exceptions. The goblins were the most eye-catching of the lot, their physical deformities displayed for all to see. One woman in particular was only half-clothed, wearing a floor-length yellow skirt and baring her six breasts to the world. When she caught Rie staring, she wiggled her shoulders from side to side, making her sagging breasts wobble. Rie looked away as quickly as she could, but heard the woman laugh and make some comment to the man who stood beside her.

Daenor pulled her forward. They wound their way around a group of blood sidhe mingling with a few humans. The woman giggled and cupped the back of the sidhe’s head with a perfectly manicured hand. As much as the feeding disturbed her, Rie had to assume it was consensual.

Dark elf heads turned as Daenor drew them toward the far end of the room. Men and women, who stood at official looking tables, paused in their dealings to watch the procession. Within moments, the once noisy crowd hushed to gossiping whispers as everyone stared.

The king’s throne sat on a raised dais at the far end of the room. As far as thrones went, it was simple and elegant. Black lacquered legs with clawed feet supported a wide cushioned seat and tall peaked back. Carved dragon heads capped the ends of the armrests and silver inlays accented the wood, highlighting the curves of the chair. A silver seal of the royal crest, a dragon wrapped around a globe, graced the top center of the back. Three smaller thrones were carefully placed on the dais behind the king’s throne, one to the right and two to the left.

Daenor led her to a spot a short distance from the dais, while Cendir proceeded through a door behind the throne. The rest of the guards formed a semi-circle around them, their weapons held at attention.

Rie clenched her stomach against the trembling nerves that threatened to overtake her, and pushed a hint of a smile into her lips. No matter what she felt on the inside, she wouldn’t let her captors see her distress. Next to her, Daenor stood at attention, the twitch of jaw muscle and slight vibration in his arm the only outward indication of his tension.

The talk in the room picked up again, first as whispers, then working up to audible taunting from the crowd.

“She looks human, but she must have bewitched the prince,” a dark elf woman with sparkling diamond rings outlining the edge of her highly pointed ears told the man next to her. “Why else would he stand with her?”

“What do you expect from a half-breed?” the man sneered.

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