Samantha
I didn’t want to listen to excuses. This man or king, rather, is supposed to be my uncle. An uncle I never knew even existed until five minutes ago.
“Samantha, we fae, dare I say it, are fickle. We are also very vain people as well. I secretly adored my sister but as the king of the fae, she was beneath me since she was a halfling, and her fae half was not dominant.” The king said to me.
“Basically you're embarrassed to have a human as a sister is what you are saying. Stop beating around the bush.” I yelled at him.
“Yes and no. For appearances to my people, yes. But as her brother no. Being Royal has a price. I wasn’t there for you after your mother died. I agree, truth is better I wasn’t. She wanted you to have a normal human life. I agreed, if you had a life with the fae. Y
