“I didn’t have time to tell you that,” the Princess repeated.
“But-”
“Hello, descendant of the Enemy,” the Spirit stopped before them. A Sidhe equal in power to Ana’Bree.
Hadjar swore. He’d had no intention of letting the Princess know about his dealings with the Fae, or his origins. There was no way the Enemy’s descendant could be a dragon, which meant... But the Princess remained silent. He only looked from her to the Sidhe and back again.
“You wear robes made by my Queen,” the Fae continued. When she moved her arm, it became apparent that she was clothed in the blood of fallen warriors. “That’s why you can understand the Fae language. I am currently speaking in the ancient dialect that the goddess Danu used to create us from everything she saw back then: forests, fields, clouds,
