The Gilded Fae (Royal Fae of Rose Briar Woods 2) - Page 12

Every year, I remember what it’s like to be truly, blissfully, and naively happy. All while acknowledging I’ll never feel that way again.

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I lie awake,staring at the ceiling just as I did five years ago on this very night.

“Think of something else,” I whisper to myself. “Anything else.”

But I cannot because a thought keeps swirling in my head: on my next birthday, I’ll be queen.

I’ll never sit outside a café and drink the sweetened coffee Regina has spoken of. I’ll never go to the stationery shop where Alice bought my glass rabbit paperweight. I’ll never sit in a darkened theater and watch a performance on a polished stage.

“Stop,” I whisper aloud, shaking my head. But it’s too late—ideas are already taking root. Terrible, tempting ideas.

Brahm’s estate is so close to the border; his land is on the edge of West Faerie. I could cross the bridge before anyone rose for breakfast.

Alice says there are public coaches that go anywhere you wish if you have enough money. I could take one to Valsta’s capital of Davon, see everything my heart desires, and then return home before my holiday is over.

Slowly, I sit up. I could do it. I could go now.

My pulse quickens as I press my bare feet to the rug and tiptoe across the room. I have dozens of human trinkets decorating the space, but one is special.

I take the whittled Faerie, smiling at her as I remember how I felt when I first opened the box.

Making a decision, I carefully set the figurine back in its spot of honor on the shelf. As quietly as possible, I gather a few essentials and put them into a trunk. Before leaving the room, I turn to my reflection in the mirror and brush out my hair.

A silver box rests next to the Faerie. I open it and choose a pink satin ribbon. After tying it in my hair, I leave the room and disappear out the back of the manor. In the morning, Brahm will find a note waiting for him in my room, telling him not to worry.

I don’t, however, tell my brother where I’m going. The last thing I want is for him to track me down and drag me home.

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