The Realm
“How dare he?” Finvarra thundered. “He hit me!”
A smirk was on the other’s lovely face. “Good,” she remarked. “You needed to be put in your place.” When he turned blazing eyes at her, she sniffed. “You cannot bend her to your will. Sending her gifts and condemning the man she chooses to be with will make her hate you.” She shrugged. “Besides, she does not know you. You have been absent all her life. How can you expect her to trust you?”
“I am her father!”
“So?”
“So she needs to take her rightful place at my side! She is the king’s daughter!”
Mab stepped out of the shadows, and gave him a disdainful look. “She is her own person, Finvarra. You need to let her be herself.”
Finvarra sniffed loudly. “That mortal soiled her. f****d her like
