Chapter 16
I hate fairies.
My feelings for them are so strong that I want to rip out flower petals, counting all the ways I want them to suffer. But there are no flowers in my tower, and even if there were, I couldn’t tear anything in the Waking anyway.
A breeze stirs my bed curtains. If this was a dream, it would blow the gauzy curtains like flags, making everything look dramatic. Instead, the stirring of the curtains are hardly noticeable, but it’s enough to bring my attention to the sleeping girl lying helpless on the bed.
I sit against the wall, wanting to scream at her to wake up.
Until today, I used to think that I hated the Dark King the most for all the horrible things he did to my family and my kingdom. But now, I’m realizing that maybe I hate fairies more.
Is that possible?
