“Oh dear. I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that. The high-ranking fae think way too highly of themselves and think feelings are below them. I can tell from your beautiful dress that he must be of high rank?”
“Yes, and that’s the problem. I’m not like that. I can’t be like that. I don’t want to be like that, and I shouldn’t have to be. I should be able to be me. I’ve lived my life in someone else’s shadow too long. I can’t do it anymore.”
She gave me a large knowing smile. “Well, there’s your answer. You go back to that man, and you tell him that. And if he won’t listen, then he doesn’t deserve you, and you can come back here and stay until his fae makes him crawl on his hands and knees begging. Trust me he will.”
“I can’t…”
I can be all gusto and say it to a stranger, it seems, but t
