Avery
Once I could lift my head without getting dizzy, which Helga fretted that it had been two full days, I drank some broth.
At my insistence, Helga had the servants move in all three of my men into the small room with me.
They were still sleeping, but their breathing was normal, and their coloring looked good. I relaxed against the pillows. We had weeks ahead of us before we'd be back to our regular selves. Helga oversaw our healing, meals, and rest. She went slow, not wanting to tax herself too much with four Fae to heal.
Fae.
The word was no longer a curse in my mind, but it still took some getting used to. "Tell me about my mother...the queen. And my father was half-Fae?"
The back of my throat was dry and raw as I thought about my mom who was more real to me than some elusive
