Gemoira

six

Sofina was a wise leader. Older than her youthful looks blessed her with, she was said to be the most powerful of fae. But that made her not only an influential leader, but a deadly one at that. I dreaded to think how easy it would be for her to get into my mind. I was an unmagical human, after all.

Her hair was long, white, and wavy, cascading down her back and pooling around the ice-blue dress she wore. With elbow-length white gloves, she crossed them delicately on her lap. Her purple eyes scrutinised me before switching her ethereal attention to Wolfman.

"Beta Giometti." Sofina spoke, her voice a delicate caress. "How may I assist you?"

"I wish to take this human with me."

"Oh?" She quirked an eyebrow. "Is she your-

"No, your Highness." He was quick to shut her down.

My eyes widened as her lavender ones met mine. They were curious, running over my face with interest. Was something wrong with me?

"Why this human is covered in blood, Beta?" She hummed, glancing at him.

"That's because he punched the crap out of me." I stated.

Wolfman growled quietly, his grip tightening on my arm. I noticed the way Sofina's eyes widened when I spoke, and I wondered if I spoke out of term.

"You do not speak to her Highness without being addressed." Another fae spat.

One glance at the old man had me quirking an eyebrow. He must've been an elder, because the fae only showed their age when they were closer to death. They lived for hundreds of years, the oldest being around seven hundred, so I assumed this man here was close to that.

"Apologies, the human is a rat," Wolfman grunted. "I would like to take him with me to punish him."

Oh, so he still thinks I'm a man. I'm not even wearing my hat anymore. Am I that hideous? My hair was in a bun, held together with blood, yet... he sees me as a male?

That was an offence on my womanhood.

Perhaps I should drop my trousers to prove it? That would soon liven the room up.

"Punish them for what?" Sofina wondered. "Seems you have done enough of that already."

Wolfman's fingers became bruising, and I swivelled my head to glare at him. I would not react to his pain out loud, but I sure could burn a hole in the side of his fucking head.

"Theft. This human stole from me and my men, and I believe many other fae by how experienced he is." Wolfman explained. "With your permission, I would like to take him home so our alpha can deal with his punishment."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Sofina tilt her head. I noticed her gaze penetrating my skin when a strange dull throbbing started in my temple. It was either the un-godly amount of pain I was in, or perhaps a blood clot come to ruin my life. Either way, I turned and met her eyes. I would die either way.

"Bring him forward." She demanded.

Wolfman bowed once and, with mild resistance, dragged me closer. There were two steps that lead up to the platform the huge-ass chairs were on. When we approached, Sofina rose to her feet. She still clasped her hands in front of her, even as she moved to stand before me. She was taller than I, standing the same height as Wolfman.

"I can smell the amount of blood and pain you have inflicted on them." She tutted at him. "Surely that is enough, Beta?"

I wish.

He shook his head. "What he stole is irreplaceable, your Highness."

"I dislike seeing pain brought on such small individuals." She hummed sadly. "Tell me, human, your name?"