To my surprise, Demitri turns out to be the one who has enough of everything already and speaks up, clearly annoyed: “Excuse me, but you’ve been rambling about their wings since we were brought here, yet you still haven’t given us any explanation. What is up with golden wings anyway?”
His words make a tense silence hang in the air, one that makes me glance between my cousin and the fairies, that are surrounding him, in worry. They don’t seem thrilled that he spoke to their King and Queen like that, and I am sure that they will jump at his throat the moment the two of them give them the slightest nod. The fairies all get up again, the King and Queen being the first ones to move.
I look to the Royal couple in panic, already thinking of a way to make everyone cool down. This isn’t goi
