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Star
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After the exact details were figured out for who was going where for the dinner, it was ti for to go. I didn't want to be late to et with Aunt Gloriana, especially since she had told that I was going to et my father when I went there this ti.
As I followed behind Acacia toward the sa private study from before, the one where we had eaten lunch, I felt several emotions coursing through . Excitent was of course the first thing that I felt pumping its way through . After that, naturally, was fear. I was so nervous and happy, scared and filled with anticipation. It was nearly overwhelming with just how much I was feeling the shifts in my emotions as I walked toward that room.
My brain kept going back and forth on . I would think things like 'this is going to be fine, he's going to love and we're going to have so much to talk about'. Then, of course, I would flip right over to the complete opposite side of what could happen. My thoughts would turn dark, and I would tell myself things like 'oh my Goddess, he had been so an and cruel to my mom; he told her he didn't love her, and he left us to our fates, whatever they may have been'.
These dark thoughts made think about the letter that my parents had sent back and forth to each other. It made rember how he had told her that he never loved her at all and that he had just been leading her on the entire ti. I had brought that letter with when I ca to the Fae compound, and of course I was bringing it with to dinner.
I understood that this basically ant that I was just asking for an argunt or fight to erupt between us at so point throughout the evening, but could anyone really bla ? I had learned that my father was spending ti with other won around the city while ignoring my mother.
He had left her, left us. And for what? All he wanted was to be a slut. He wanted to have more won, more chances to whore around and do whatever he wanted instead of being tied down.
I would never approve of what he had done. I would never accept him. I wanted to et him, that was true. I needed to et him, it had nothing to really do with want. I needed to know who he was and learn about that part of . I was half Fae, whether I liked it or not. I needed to know what it was that I was capable of, and how to control whatever magic it was that I had. This whole eting had less to do with wanting to connect with my father and more to do with wanting to connect with myself. As far as my father was concerned, I was probably going to smack him across his face.
I sighed in relief as we got closer to Aunt Gloriana's private study. This line of thinking had really helped and imagining myself smacking my father had actually cald down quite a bit. When we reached the door that was opened by a waiting guard, I was actually smiling.
Acacia just smiled at encouragingly as I walked through the door. She wasn't coming inside this ti. She had just been my escort here so I wouldn't get lost. If I had not already t the Queen and found out that she was just my really nice aunt, then this would have been harder. And likewise, if Aunt Gloriana wasn't here with I would never have the courage to be eting with my father like this.
"Star." Aunt Gloriana smiled at warmly as I walked into the room. She was waiting by the fireplace with a thick book in her hands. "I am so glad that you agreed to co back for dinner."
"Thank you for inviting , Aunt Gloriana." I returned the smile she was giving as I walked over to her side. "Is my father not coming?" I asked her. I had scanned the room when I first ca in and of course she was the only other person that was here.
"I thought it was best that you arrive before he did." She almost seed to grimace, just a little. Well, her smile faltered a little at least. "To be completely honest, Star, I have not told him about you yet." She looked embarrassed at that. She was acting like she didn't want to look in the eyes.
Well, would you look at that? I guess she thought that my father wouldn't even bother showing up if she told him that he was supposed to be having dinner with the daughter that he abandoned before she was even born. That didn't give much confidence. I was pretty certain that most of the people in the castle knew why I was here. At least all of Acacia's family knew why she had brought here.
I was going to wager that my father was going to miss this dinner. I don't know what excuse he was going to give for missing it, but I was certain that he was going to avoid seeing at all costs.
I know that I was planning on smacking him across his face for what he had done, but that doesn't an that I wasn't hurt by the fact that he didn't want to see . All of this was just so confusing and infinitely conflicting. Why couldn't I just go back to thinking that I was just a normal, non-Fae wolf?
While I stood there next to the Queen, my aunt who looked absolutely nothing like , I thought about what my life might end up like when I left here, or at least I tried to. I couldn't quite wrap my head around anything anymore. And just monts before I allowed the emotions to start to take over, the door to Aunt Gloriana's private study opened up again.
There was a man walking into the room now. I recognized him, I had seen him in pictures after all. The man that walked into the room had dark green hair, even his eyebrows and eyelashes were green. His eyes, which had not been easy to see in the pictures that I had of him, were a cross between blue and purple, it was best described as blue violet I guess, but you could see the purple in there.
I recognized many of his facial features, and it wasn't just because I had seen his picture before. No, we shared similar bone structure. I had the sa shape to my cheeks, nose, and jaw. So much of my face ca from him. Aunt Gloriana had been right earlier, you can see so much of him in .
I also had not expected that my father would be so tall. Knowing that he was a pixie, which you think of as being a tiny little creature, I had not been expecting soone who was about as tall as Artem.
Another thing that shocked was the fact that he still looked like he was in his mid twenties. He looked the exact sa age as he did in the pictures he took with my mother all those years ago. That was just another reminder to about how the Fae aged differently than the rest of the world.
"Aaron, my dear boy." Aunt Gloriana bead at him and held her arms open for him when he ca into the room. I hadn't needed her to say his na to confirm that this man was indeed my father, but hearing her say it made my heart race nonetheless. It was exciting and nerve wracking all at the sa ti.
"Aunt Glory, I've missed you." He smiled back at her as he put on a smile and hugged her tight. "I was so shocked to get your invitation to dinner. This was so sudden that I didn't know what to think. Has sothing happened?" He looked worried when he asked her that question, but then he let his eyes slide toward , and the smile that he had been wearing faltered for just a mont.
I swear there had to have been so form of recognition there. Why would his smile falter like that if he didn't know who I was. Did he see remnants of my mother in my face? Could he tell that I was her daughter and therefore his daughter? Was I grasping for sothing that wasn't even there and just imagining things? This was all just too much for right now.
"And who might this be, Aunt Glory? I know that I have never t her before."
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