one of them could have helped.
Dagda takes a moment again before answering. “He is not known for his charming personality, so I doubt anyone was able to stand his company for the amount of time planning something like this would take. Though, he did send you into the dark magic section without any warnings or cautionary tactics.” He absentmindedly twirls his drink on the table. “I believe it is worth questioning him. I will have him found and brought back to the palace if he has not already returned for questioning.” Opening a window, he beckons to the nearest guard and gives him the order, and then he closes the window again.
“Now,” Dagda says with a flash of anger as he changes the topic, “tell me what happened in the village today.” I’m pretty sure he already knows.
My cheeks pink and I look down at my water. “It wasn’t a big deal. I mean, the guy has a right to hate me if he wants.”
“Xandra,” Dagda says sharply, causing me to look up. “A Kingdom is based upon power and hierarchy. You are the one and only Princess of this realm. In the realm of your birth, you have a President, correct?” I nod and he continues. “If someone physically attacked this man or a member of his family, what would occur?”
My heart sinks. “That person would go to prison, probably for the rest of his or her life.”
“Then why should it be any different in this situation?”
Because it’s me and I don’t feel like the President’s daughter, or the King’s daughter. I feel the same way that I did back in Colorado. I’m just simple ol’ me.
In a quiet voice, Dagda says, “You are a Princess, whether you feel like one or not.”
Oh. Did I say that out loud or am I just that easy to read? “I know, but it’s hard to get used to. It’s hard to think about someone spending the rest of his life in prison just because he touched me.”
“It is my understanding that he did more than simply touch you,” Dagda growls, having difficulty now keeping his anger in check.
True. “That’s why Kallen punched him in the face.”
Dagda barks a laugh. “I will have to thank him the moment I see him, then. Now, tell me in great detail what happened so I am prepared to question the Fairy later.”
By the time I am finished telling him, Kallen has joined us in the carriage. I leave out the part of him watching the scene play out from a distance. I know that makes him uncomfortable just thinking about it. He’s still feeling guilty and I’m sure he will for a long time. I give him a reassuring look, letting him know all is forgotten on my part.
A scratching at the carriage door makes me jump. Opening the door carefully, Dagda jumps back slightly when Taz comes bounding in. “I found a scent that doesn’t belong to anyone in the house,” he says as way of a greeting.
I’m about to get excited until I remember how recently he came into my life. “It was probably the scent of Adriel and Raziel. They live here, but they’ve been on vacation. You haven’t met them yet.”
Taz’s beady little eyes stare into mine. “Do you think my nose is incapable of distinguishing between Angel, Witch and Fairy?”
“Um, I guess not,” I say, not really knowing how good his nose is, but I don’t want to insult him more in case he really did find a clue.
“What is he saying?” Kallen asks.
“Tell him I’m saying he’s a whacka who should take better care of you so you don’t get killed. I can’t do all the work.”
I glare down at Taz. “I can take care of myself.” His reply is a loud snort.
“Xandra?” Kallen says, reminding me he asked a question.
I give Taz a hard look before turning back to Kallen. “He found a scent in the house that he didn’t recognize as one of ours.”
Kallen’s brain goes immediately to the place mine
Dagda takes a moment again before answering. “He is not known for his charming personality, so I doubt anyone was able to stand his company for the amount of time planning something like this would take. Though, he did send you into the dark magic section without any warnings or cautionary tactics.” He absentmindedly twirls his drink on the table. “I believe it is worth questioning him. I will have him found and brought back to the palace if he has not already returned for questioning.” Opening a window, he beckons to the nearest guard and gives him the order, and then he closes the window again.
“Now,” Dagda says with a flash of anger as he changes the topic, “tell me what happened in the village today.” I’m pretty sure he already knows.
My cheeks pink and I look down at my water. “It wasn’t a big deal. I mean, the guy has a right to hate me if he wants.”
“Xandra,” Dagda says sharply, causing me to look up. “A Kingdom is based upon power and hierarchy. You are the one and only Princess of this realm. In the realm of your birth, you have a President, correct?” I nod and he continues. “If someone physically attacked this man or a member of his family, what would occur?”
My heart sinks. “That person would go to prison, probably for the rest of his or her life.”
“Then why should it be any different in this situation?”
Because it’s me and I don’t feel like the President’s daughter, or the King’s daughter. I feel the same way that I did back in Colorado. I’m just simple ol’ me.
In a quiet voice, Dagda says, “You are a Princess, whether you feel like one or not.”
Oh. Did I say that out loud or am I just that easy to read? “I know, but it’s hard to get used to. It’s hard to think about someone spending the rest of his life in prison just because he touched me.”
“It is my understanding that he did more than simply touch you,” Dagda growls, having difficulty now keeping his anger in check.
True. “That’s why Kallen punched him in the face.”
Dagda barks a laugh. “I will have to thank him the moment I see him, then. Now, tell me in great detail what happened so I am prepared to question the Fairy later.”
By the time I am finished telling him, Kallen has joined us in the carriage. I leave out the part of him watching the scene play out from a distance. I know that makes him uncomfortable just thinking about it. He’s still feeling guilty and I’m sure he will for a long time. I give him a reassuring look, letting him know all is forgotten on my part.
A scratching at the carriage door makes me jump. Opening the door carefully, Dagda jumps back slightly when Taz comes bounding in. “I found a scent that doesn’t belong to anyone in the house,” he says as way of a greeting.
I’m about to get excited until I remember how recently he came into my life. “It was probably the scent of Adriel and Raziel. They live here, but they’ve been on vacation. You haven’t met them yet.”
Taz’s beady little eyes stare into mine. “Do you think my nose is incapable of distinguishing between Angel, Witch and Fairy?”
“Um, I guess not,” I say, not really knowing how good his nose is, but I don’t want to insult him more in case he really did find a clue.
“What is he saying?” Kallen asks.
“Tell him I’m saying he’s a whacka who should take better care of you so you don’t get killed. I can’t do all the work.”
I glare down at Taz. “I can take care of myself.” His reply is a loud snort.
“Xandra?” Kallen says, reminding me he asked a question.
I give Taz a hard look before turning back to Kallen. “He found a scent in the house that he didn’t recognize as one of ours.”
Kallen’s brain goes immediately to the place mine
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