Chapter Ten
“Festival? What festival?” Brea stared blankly at her new Lady’s maid. Neeve was a thousand times better than the creepy triplets, but she still wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to having servants.
“It is Beltaine, my Lady.” Neeve stared back at her, equally perplexed.
“What is Beltaine?”
“It’s one of our most special holidays. It’s a celebration of peace and prosperity for all Faekind. It is why her Majesty invited the delegations from Iskalt and Eldur, my Lady.”
“Please, Neeve, I’m begging you, enough with the ‘my Lady’ this and ’my Lady’ that. My name is Brea, when it’s just us here in my rooms, it would please me if you would call me Brea.”
“Yes my—Brea.” Neeve stumbled over the name.
“I think I’ve read something about Beltaine before.” Brea scratched her head. “Isn’t
