The Faerie Slayer

Chapter 38

Abby's Pov

I hadn't realized that I'd been staring off outside of the window in my room until Fay nudged at the gown on my shoulders and said," he's not coming, princess."

"What?" I shook my head as if to gain insight.

"Your wolf friend, the wedding is tomorrow, I would have thought that our talk would have sensed you up a bit."

I nodded and swallowed the hard lump in my throat," no I know, I was just wondering where Elie is."

The dress had dropped to where my bare feet stood and I held Fay's hands as I stepped out of it. My breathing was heavy as I slipping into a cashmere night gown. By my bedside table was another cup of slumber tea.

"You liked it last time, so I made you a fresh pot," Fay reached for a cup and brought it to my lips as I sat back on the bed. I sipped it gratefully. If there was any thing that was going to help me get some sleep tonight, it was a cup of slumber tea.
When Fay departed the room, I lay still and waited for the tea to work. It never did.
Every time I dozed off I was awakened with the creeping thoughts that Kade was out there  alone in the magic woods being eaten by monstrous plants and slithering creatures. I sat up  before the sun and ran towards the window. I knew I wouldn't have much recollection of this in the morning. I peered outside into the pitch black.

Please, I thought to whichever god guarded above this unholy palace, please bring him back.

When the sun had made its way around, eventually I went to sleep.

It felt like minutes later that Fay burst right back in. I rubbed my eyes and glared through half of my vision.

"You look horrible," Fay inspected my face close up," your under eyes are practically black, did you sleep at all?"

I shook him off and tried to go back to bed.

"You have to wake up!" His stern voice was now louder," the queen is awaiting you for breakfast."

At the memory of how it went last time, I wanted nothing more then to just go back to sleep.

A cold shower and a change of clothes later I was being escorted by Fay down to have breakfast with her majesty.  He assured me that he'd have a fellow hob friend present me with poppyseed tea which was the folk equivalent for coffee. As I sat down, careful to avoid the queens studious eye, I eagerly searched for it.

He said it would be a pitch black liquid in a small white mug, I thought and caught sight of it by the platter of jams. I grasped it quickly and sipped it hungrily.

"Is my staff starving you?" the queen suddenly began.

"No, they've been great," I said, setting the mug down. It was nothing like coffee, one sip of this tea and I felt as if I had rested for days," I didn't sleep much last night, that's all."

"On the night of your crowning? Not to mention, you are to marry my son."

I nodded and sipped again," I'll be alright."

"There's no option not to be," she clicked her fingers and a small girl hob with thin blond hair approached the table," bring two more poppyseed teas," she demanded.

I grabbed a brown piece of toast and spread it with a blue jam. The tastes erupted on my tongue like a mini tornado of strange flavours. I could not decide if it was delicious. When the teas arrived, I finished the second one in a minute. The queen had not lifted her eyes off of mine.
I felt the energy returning to me and feared that by the end of the teas, I'd have enough to bounce off of the walls.