A Love From A Different World

Chapter 41

Aelin woke up to a pounding head. Her entire body was sore and her brain was fuzzy.

Maybe she had drunk a little too much.

Knowing that they had nowhere pressing to be that day, the assassin opted to sleeping in and resting in bed. But after a few hours of doing absolutely nothing, Aelin was quite restless. She was too tired to even try to work with some Wrydmarks or deal with Elena, and she was much too lazy to train. It would have been an idle day for reading, but her head ached too much for her hobby to be pleasurable.

Having nothing to do, Aelin decided to scavenge for some of that chocolate cake; the perfect solution to her hangover.

She left her room in yet another short top and bottom, liking the Night Cour's fashion with each passing day. The manor was oddly quiet. The princess wondered where the cadre had all disappeared to as she made her way to the kitchen. After some searching, she found that precious gem. Aelin then decided to go outside; she was curious about the ground, never have wandered before.

With the sun beaming down on her and delicious food in her mouth, it made a nearly perfect morning. The landscape was gorgeous, the garden especially pretty. Numerous flowers that she could not name and endless greenery. The princess had eaten half the cake and already longing for more. That though, however, did not last long. Not when she heard rustling behind her. Honing her skills, Aelin went completely still, her head turned to the side, ready to capture any sound. There was something in the bushes, something that was trying to sneak up on her.

"Are you going to come out willingly or will I have to drag you out?" She sang, a hand on the daggers that she had borrowed from Azriel. Well, it wasn't technically borrowed since she hadn't exactly asked, but that wasn't very important right then. Aelin knew that acting recklessly in a realm she did not know, on land that was foreign, when it could be a number of things behind her that could kill her wasn't very intelligent. But to be honest, she was way too hungover to care.

More rustling was heard as the creature came out of hiding. Smirking, Aelin turned and was surprised at what she found.

Calling it a creature had been correct. It was a gray skinny thing whose limbs were thin and long. With a hunched back and tattered rob that barely concealed it. Its eyes were soulless and teeth horrifically large. It desperately needed a manicure and pedicure; those yellow cracked nails were just atrocious.

"Well aren't you the loveliest thing ever," She purred.

The creature looked at her, a sinister smile on its face. "I can smell the lie on you,"

Aelin smiled back at that. "What a fun talent,"

The creature took a step forward, analyzing her like one would a foreign bird. "A human, but not one...how peculiar," Its voice was incredible too, she noticed. Soft and gentle, but also rough and calloused. Low and high, alone but together. It was fascinating.

"Did you smell that on me too?"

The creature ignored her comment and asked, "What are you?"

"I was going to ask the exact same thing,"

"I'm a Fae, one of many different kinds."

Aelin looked it up and down. "Well, now I know where all the good looks went,"

It smiled, amusement illuminating its soulless eyes. "You are interesting,"

"So I've been told." She had never before seen a fae like it. "What kind of fae are you?"

"A Suriel," It answered instantly.

"What are your powers?"

"Knowledge,"