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Breathe Me to Life
by
Jolanthe Aleksander
All the characters are fairies in this blend of Sleeping Beauty with the Fairy Dance.
Kellan, Prince of the Light Court, searched the area for the reason the revelry had come to an abrupt halt. His gaze fell on the waif-like creature that had crossed through the thinned veil into Faerie. Rising to his feet, he brushed off the delicate, but annoyingly grasping hand of Devany from his arm. Without regard to her gasp of offence, or sparing her a second thought, he wove his way through the glittering throng of Fae to reach the female.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the sight of Prince Orin also heading towards the chit. That wouldn't do at all. There was no way he would allow a lesser Prince, with his pale skin and equally pale hair and eyes to lay claim on a prize he had decided was his. Possessiveness had never been one of his vices. Suddenly feeling it gave him pause, but didn't halt his steps forward or diminish his determination.
It had been a long time since a female had sparked Kellan's interest for more than the momentary satisfaction of having his carnal needs met. He’d scratched the itch, but the desire to spend more time with the insipid females, whose sole focus was climbing their way to a seat that much closer to the throne than the one they currently occupied, was fleeting. Not even Devany, with her golden beauty, enticed him to bond with her.
She wasn't a full blood mortal, of that he was sure. He could sense Fae blood coursing through her veins. She was shabbily dressed in a gown that had long since seen better days and would have served its purpose better as a rag. Her dark hair, with its streaks of auburn glowing in the light of the bonfire, tumbled down her back in a riot of curls, brushing the curve of her waist. She was young, by Fae and mortal standards, yet her luminescent skin, big green eyes, and high cheekbones hinted at the exquisite beauty yet to be.
He reached her just before Orin did. He swallowed a chuckle as the lesser Prince bowed and backed away, muttering his displeasure, at being thwarted, under his breath. He turned his attention back to the girl staring up at him in awe with her mouth slightly open. Smiling, Kellan cocked his head to the side, “And who might you be?”
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