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Rose Delivery

Chapter 2

Selah woke at three a.m her head was splitting. She went to touch her head no don't touch them. The healer sat by her bed in the shadows. She sat up slow looking glass a hand maiden ran to bring one. Tea please she ran to get it after all the Queen of Banshees get what she asks for ASAP. Selah looked at her head double horns grew in a matter of hours on the sides of her head. Dry blood was on her face and ears. Where is my mothers horns? The healer smiled on your head. They aren't on her? No, they are passed down generation to generation upon death thus the reason you could not leave her bedside Selah are you hungry? Very healer. Slow sips she passed her a broth tell me are they heavy? The horns? No healer they are feather light. The healer smiled your mother said they were heavy your grandmother said they felt like air and your great grandmother said they were about five pounds.

You have been with us a long time healer. Yes I have my Queen. Selah healer. As you wish my Queen. The healer hugged selah your mothers ceremony is tonight sunset on the river bank of Castor. The men will be present soon you mate you have ninety days of mourning after that the choosing begins are you afraid? Nervous not afraid I know how we mating goes. You choose yes? Yes healer no rush Selah. Yes.

After the rising of soul ceremony we speak on banshee assignment. There have been many revenge requests and offerings they are in limbo because we are observing our regent Queen. We will get to them as soon as her soul is risen with the rising sun. The healer nodded walking out giving her time alone.

She checked her mothers ritual jewels they were gone along with the attire she chose herself to be adorned in. Selah looked in the mirror why hadn't the horns looked so big on her mom? They were actually lodged in her skull she profiled herself in the mirror in disbelief feeling weak she sat down. Her mother's tent was now hers she would have her tent servants bring her personal items out her tent after the ceremony. Her main tent attendant would get her tent until her own daughter was of age. She had to choose a tent attendee this was the hard part it was usually the lead Banshee the one who filled the most revenge requests over the last five years.

It was the Banshee under her the most cocky and conceited Banshee that would be kasha Selah inhaled then exhaled frustrated she hated dealing with kasha she was unreasonable at times and often made decisions that could jeopardize them as a tribe. Somehow she always fixed her wrong and her mother let her slide with her individual behaviors and not moving like she was part of a tribe.

She couldn't think about business she wouldn't think about it not while her mother had not transitioned and her soul was still bound to their realm. My Queen? Yes? A gift arrived for you the 12 year old tent banshee her mother hired walked in with a dozen gaping red roses. How beautiful it must be from one of the princes Selah grinned reading the card. These are not from town these are country side picked my Queen. How can you know this? I go get herbs there this is where gaping roses grow the florist does not carry them.

Sorry for your loss

Joel

Joel? Selah whispered smelling a fragrant rose the bouquet making her smile. Is there a prince named Joel hailey? I am not sure my Queen. Well find out and be discreet go ask mother opal she knows all the men. Hailey chuckled I didn't mean it that way child. I know my Queen. Go. Hailey ran out the tent.

Mr. Joel huh? Selah grinned thinking of who he could be.