(Morrigan’s P.O.V)
After walking upstairs to our bedroom, I close the door and sit on the bed to call Lysander. The phone rings twice before he answers.
“Hey Morrigan, I’m surprised you’re calling me. You just left! I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your leaving feast, I had business to take care of in Khisfire.”
“Hey L, it’s okay though you did miss one hell of a show.”
“Yeah, your sister told me about that. I’m going to be speaking with your father about it here in the next day or so when I get back to Eferhile.”
“Well, I wanted to speak to you about it because I noticed something funny during the incident. The fog that was created wasn't Fae magic. It was magic from your kingdom. Do you know of any dark spell casters or anything similar happening in Khisfire?”
Lysander pauses for a minute to think.
“What did the fog smell like? Or did it even have a smell?”
“It didn’t have a smell at all, at least that I could tell.”
“What color was it?”
“Umm purple.”
“Well, that’s not good.”
“Why? What is it?”
“Well, I only know of one group of people who can create that purple fog, and that’s one of the covens that sits close to the border of Khisfire and Eferhile.”
“What does the purple fog do?”
“It creates allows for the caster or casters to see through the eyes of those who inhale it.”
“Well fuck.”
“Yeah, my sentiments exactly.”
“Is there a way to counteract the purple fog? And how long does it last?”
“It lasts until the caster says basically. If they aren’t garnering any information from an individual, they close the connection. It doesn’t harm the person that was spelled.”
“Well fuck.”
“You know, for a princess, you have a pretty foul mouth there, MoMo.”
“f**k YOU SANDY!”
“DON’T CALL ME SANDY!!”
“THEN DON’T CALL ME MOMO!”
“Fine. Truce.”
“Fine.”
“Is there anything else, Mo?”
“No, that was it L. I’ll be home for the wedding in a few weeks, so I’ll see you then. Please call me after you meet with my father with any updates.”
“Of course, love. I wouldn’t keep anything from you.”
With that, we hang up and I flop back on the bed. So, all the nobles at dinner, including the entire Fae royal family, along with Rian and Killian breathed in this fog. This can’t be good, particularly if these spellcasters are working with the dark Fae. We can’t plan anything tactically without them having prior knowledge. Ugh, I wish I were home. I need my parents. I shut my eyes and no sooner had that happened then I heard an ear-piercing scream. I sit bolt upright and see Tabitha standing right in front of me..in my bedroom…back in Eferhile. Whoops.
“Oh, hey Tabitha, what’s up?”
“Your Highness what in the world!?” She yells.
There’s a stampede of footfalls coming up the stairs and down the hall.
“Tabitha! Is everything okay? We heard you scream.” I hear my mother say.
“What the hell are you doing here Mo?” Ilayda asks.
“Yeah, how the hell did you even get here, sis?” Bayard asks.
“Well, I had just talked to Lysander, and I was wishing that I was home and, well, here I am!”
“You mean you teleported from Máni?” Father asks.
“It seems so. Oh, by the way, I need to speak with you.”
“Rian is going to be PISSED.” Winnie laughs.
“Yeah, well, I’m leaving that for you guys to take care of because I need to talk to dad,” I say, walking out of my room and to his office.
I sat down in the chair that sits in front of his desk as I waited patiently for him to come in, which he did a few seconds after I sat down.
“What do you need to talk about, sweet pea?”
“I spoke to Lysander about the purple fog that was rolling through the dining room during the leaving feast, and he told me that those who inhale it, basically become spies unknowingly.”
“What do you mean?”
“According to Lysander, the spell casters who did the magic can see through the eyes of whoever inhaled that stuff. Meaning all of us, Rian and Killian, along with all of the nobles who were in attendance. There’s no way to counteract it, the only way for it to stop is for the specific spell caster to stop the spell.”
“Well fuck.”
“Daddy!”
“Oh what?! Like you’ve never cursed before!?”
“You got me there, old man.”
“Well, this changes everything. How are we supposed to prepare for possible war when there are moles all over the kingdom and in the palace?”
“I don’t know dad. Lysander said he was coming to see you in a few days. He may have some more ideas on how to get around this spell.”
“I hope so. In the meantime, we are going to have to be careful with what we discuss and who we discuss it with. Same for you, Rian, and Killian.”
“I understand.”
“How are you and Rian doing? I know you guys have only been in Máni for 24 hours, but it seems like you’ve sealed the bond.” He says, pointing at my mate mark.
“It’s beautiful there and Alpha Phelan and Luna Roisin are wonderful.”
“Oh, you met Phelan. I suppose he’s healed from his stupidity?” He snorts.
“Yup!” I say, popping the ‘p’
“Well, baby girl, thank you for coming over, even though you scared the s**t out of Tabitha. You need to get back to Rian because I’m sure that he is currently having a small furry mammal not knowing where you are.”
“Yeah, yeah well he deserves it,” I grumble out.
“Now dear, you are twenty years old, not five. You use your adult words and speak to him if you are unhappy.”
“Okay. Can I try it out on you?”
“Of course, sweet pea,” he says with a soft smile.
“f**k off you dumb f**k. You and Stark were being assholes for no Goddess damn reason so go find a cactus to sit on you f**k!”
Crickets. All you can hear is crickets after that. My father sighs, puts his hand to his forehead, and shakes his head.
“What? You told me to use my adult words.” I say, cheekily.
“You know damn well what I meant, young lady.” He retorts.
“Yes, but I figured I would make some fun of it.”
All my dad can do is shake his head and chuckle. We walk out of his office, and I give everyone hugs and kisses goodbye, saying that I will see them for the wedding. I concentrate on our bedroom in Máni, and in seconds I’m back sitting on the bed with a giant ass black wolf staring daggers at me.
“Hello, asshole. Oh sorry, Stark.” I smirk.