We were trapped in a staring contest, it seemed. I couldn't move. I was frozen. Apparently, my mate was in a similar state of shock.
However, I've not been known to keep my mouth shut for very long.
"You're a... Dryad," I muttered.
Honestly, I wasn't sure what shocked me more; the fact that I'd met my mate in the middle of the forest, that my mate is a Dark Fae, or that he's a freaking Dryad.
Dryads haven't been seen since before I was even born. They were killed off in some tragic war hundreds of years ago. At least, that's what everyone thinks. But it can't be true, because... I'm staring at one right now.
I'm mated to one.
"You're... Light Fae," he murmured, seeming just as stunned as I am.
Just Light Fae? Does he not know I'm the Fae Princess? It should be pretty obvious to him
