A Clash Of Light And Thunder (War Of The Forgotten Lovers Book 1)

A Magical Celebration Part 1

The night was dazzling with lights. One would think the stars had descended over the land and were dancing amongst the large and bright trees that sprung from the ground. On this very night, the fae celebrated life.

Aria squinted her eyes, trying to make out the forms of all those approaching the massive ivory palace. Beings of all kinds had been trickling in all day. Some had wings, other horns, some even had skin that resembled scales or fur. A passage led them towards the back of the palace, and that's as far as Aria could see.

But she didn't need to see what was beyond to know what was happening there. Aaron's explanation left her blushing all the way down to her breast. From the clothes that some of the more human-like fae wore, or lack thereof, it was easy to guess what kind of 'activities' they were looking forward to.

A soft knock on the door pulled Aria's attention from the balcony. She wrapped the sleeping robe tight around her body and entered the main sleeping chamber. "Come in."

The door unlocked and Nessa and Estel waltzed in through the door.

Aria's mouth hit the floor. "You both look outstanding!"

Nessa wore a dark navy skin-tight dress. The silk wrapped about her waist, and parted at each side to show her long and firm legs. Silver stars warped around her cleavage and around her back, serving as sharp straps. Estel on the other hand, donned a red-colored dress, that draped over each breast, unifying at the waist, and cascading down the front and back.

A dress like that would have gotten holy water thrown on her back at home. But Aria could not deny, Estel looked gorgeous.

"Why are you dressed for sleep?" Estel asked, eyeing Aria's white sleeping robes judgingly.

Aria crossed her arms over her chest. "What else would I do?" She wasn't trying to stumble upon anyone while... 'coupling.' She was not one to judge how people decided to indulge in their carnal urges. But to do that... in the midst of the forest while everyone knew, she couldn't fathom it.

"Do you not plan to attend the celebration? Security is low today so we need to be with you at all times, you mean to make us miss it?" Estel asked squaring off against Aria.

Aria turned to Nessa for help with handling the demanding elf. "I would be out of place."

"Come on, it will be fun. I'll mostly be hanging on the edges, I'll keep you company," Nessa added.

"Are you not 'partaking' in the night?" Aria asked

Nessa chuckled. "The company I enjoy wouldn't really be productive to the purpose of tonight's celebration. Besides, most are afraid to approach a night faerie. But the wine and food are exquisite."

"I suppose," Aria looked down at herself, and used her last remaining excuse. "But, even if I went. I have nothing to wear."

A smirk appeared on Estel's face. "I guessed as much. I brought you something I thought might fit." She flung a light blue-colored fabric into Aria's hands. Checkmate.

Aria's fingers brushed the soft silk. The dress was more modest than what the elf wore, yet, it still colored Aria's cheek red. The light blue fabric cut at each side, just high enough for her legs to peek through. The v cut of the dress was low, allowing a teasing glimpse of cleavage. The top half was weaved from fibrous threads, crafted masterfully into flowers and leaves, that would wrap loosely over her bosom, holding the dress together.

Aria blushed. "I can't wear this?"

"It's what I brought. It should fit you, so shut it and put it on." Estel grunted. The hollowing sound of horns hummed through the balcony. Her foot tapped impatiently against the floor. "Hurry up, the celebrations are beginning. I want to make sure to speak to the prince before too many get a chance to invite him."