The Elven Princess

I am giddy! Such a good word! Even saying it makes me giddy! I have a mate! Not just any mate! The most gorgeous hunk of manmeat this side of the universe! And he’s mine! My mate!

He asks “What time do you get off? I would really like to get to know you.” And now I’m thinking crap! I have two dead guys in my basement I have to fry..and I absolutely have to do that…unless.. “How about we go to my house and I will fix us a drink.. I just need your help with something in my basement.. Sound okay?” He nods and I grab my purse, while he tells Gavin to put Amy in the cells for now.

On the ride to mine, I tell him about my mother, Arwyn.. my father Callan.. His heinous wife Hildy..short for Hildegard.. awful name for an awful woman. My two half brothers, Trewaine and Galbhor.. and Oh.. because I know what my father is guilty of, and he wants Galbhor on the throne..he sends assassins after me. Hence the need for help in my basement!

He sits quietly.. then he says “I know where they’re coming through.. what happens if we break the mirror portal?” I shrugged “They would find a way to get another. There aren’t supposed to be any mirrors in DullenDirk, but my father IS King, after all!”

We get to my house, and I set the coffee beans out to breathe a few minutes before I grind them.. then we go to the basement and I fire up the kiln…. Aaron lifts one up and asked “How the hell did you get them down here?”

Laughing, I said “I rolled their fat asses on blankets and dragged them. Coming down the stairs was the best! Their head hit every step.. making a DaDunk sound every time! It was great!” He laughed saying “You are something else! Is that like finding the humor in a bad situation!” I nod, agreeing, I reply “Humor gets me through a lot! It’s my reminder that things could be worse. I don’t like killing. I mean, I’m good at it.. I should be.. I trained to be an assassin every day from my second birthday to my sixteenth! The past five years, I have trained in every discipline I could. But, I don’t kill. Unless, I have to. When it comes down to him or me.. I choose me every time!”

I pull her into my arms..as crass as it sounds..with two men being incinerated.. but it felt like the right time… letting her know, she’s no longer alone. She hugged me back..then says “So… A wolf huh? That’s pretty darn cool! Me! And Elf! Mated to a wolf! That’s pre-tty darned cool!” I laugh “One of those awkward moments, yeah? It will go away! Let’s have a cup of coffee.. and I will tell you my background.. sound good?”

We work seamlessly.. I gathered cups and condiments.. She set snacks on a tray. We got sat down.. in the floor.. across from each other at the coffee table.. I held my hand out, palm up.. and she laid hers into it.

I started “As you know, I am Aaron Steele.. Alpha of Silver Steele Pack. We are the largest pack this side of the Mississippi.. I am a rare wolf. The rarest of the rare.. I am a white wolf. There are a few white she-wolves.. But, I am the only white male wolf! The only thing found about the male white wolf is they are only born when a great danger threatens our realm. The last white wolf was born in the time of the Blood Elves invasion over two hundred years ago. The councilmen tonight wanted to talk about the mirror portal.. I am to go examine it in a day or so.

I have been Alpha for nearly two years.. My father succumbed to the pain of the loss of my mother shortly after I ascended. She died when I was four. My father hung on for my sake.. he fought to survive so that I wasn’t an orphan..”

She looks at me with her huge sad bright blue eyes, squeezing my hand, and whispered “I’m so sorry you lost her so young! How differently we grew up! My father killed my mother.. and your father Lived for yours! Is that what we will have?”

I smile, nodding I tell her “Most definitely! The year I was five.. my dad brought in a scraggly eleven year old boy..and said to my sister and me ‘This is Ernie! Some irresponsible rogue turned him.. He’s now my son.. and your brother! My sister lives with her mate in New England.. we aren’t close..and seldom see each other. But, Ernie? Ernie is my brother… through and through!”

She smiles at that “Ernie and Everly saved my life! Literally…saved me. Ernie found me, halfdead from two weeks in a cell with no food.. licking walls for water.. then beaten daily .. while my father watched. I played dead for an entire day! My father told the guard to dump me in the outlands. So.. I’m thinking.. He thinks I’m dead…and he banished me before he locked me up.. so nothing was holding me in DullenDirk. I found a broken piece of mirror in the Outlands. Probably from someone else who escaped.. I opened a portal with it..and ended up here.. Well.. in this realm.. Not exactly Right here! I destroyed my portal completely.. but I’m thinking my signature remained and it was discovered I escaped. That’s why the assassins keep popping up.”

I say “Let’s destroy another portal..want to?