Witching Ways by T. K. Eldridge

Author:T. K. Eldridge [Eldridge, T. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B087YJ5FZP
Goodreads: 54851163
Publisher: Graffridge Publishing
Published: 2021-01-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Sid

I got back to the palace and found my bag in my room, along with a note to please see the Queen as soon as possible. I sent her a text that I was in the palace, but needed a shower and some rest before I presented myself, then went and took the longest hot shower I could stand. I wrapped up in a robe and lay on the bed for just a minute, I swear – and woke up in a darkened room with my stomach growling. I heard my phone ringing in the other room, so I stumbled out to answer it.

“H’lo?”

“Sidonie? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Grandma, I’m fine. I took a shower and lay down for a minute, but I guess I was more tired than I thought. I just woke up, and now I’m starving. What time is it?”

“Well, I was calling to see if you wanted a late dinner. I guess that’s a yes?”

“Yes, please. I ate breakfast, and that was hours ago. I’ll get dressed and come find you?”

“No, you get dressed in something comfy and I’ll bring dinner to you.”

“Thanks, Grandma,” I said and disconnected the call. I ran around the suite and picked up my stuff so it looked neat, then pulled on a pair of leggings, my house slippers, and a baggy sweatshirt. I had just pulled the band around the end of my damp braid when I heard a knock at the door. “Come in.”

Grandma Maggie came in with Isen once again pushing the cart, and I went to stand out of the way while he set all of the dishes on the table.

“Thank you, Isen,” I said and he looked surprised that I’d remembered his name.

“You’re welcome, Princess,” he said and I looked up at Grandma.

Once he’d left, I asked her, “Why do so many call me Princess? I’m not a princess.”

“I had them make roast beef, mashed potatoes, bacon green beans, fresh rolls, and chocolate pudding for dessert,” Grandma said as she sat down.

I slid into the chair at her right and watched as she served herself. “Grandma…” I said. “Please, do not ignore my questions. It’s rude and insulting.”

She paused mid-scoop of the mashed potatoes and then sighed. “You’re right. It’s a habit I’ve learned from dealing with fae politicians. It’s not something I should be using on my family. Forgive me?”

“Sure, if you answer my questions. Why do they call me princess?”

“Well, technically, you are. Just as your mother and grandmother and aunts are all princesses, as well as Reina. Your brothers, your cousin Micah, they are princes. Your father is a Prince Consort, since he married into the family, and Mira is a Duchess in her own right, but also a Princess by her marriage to Sinclair. It’s confusing, I know – but the title is correct.”

“Do we have duties we should be performing for the fae, with those kinds of titles?” I asked as I began to dish food onto my own plate.

“Not really.

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