Fated To The Fae King

Chapter 28

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The last month passed in a blur, each day blending into the next as we worked on rebuilding the Fae Kingdom.

As I moved through the crumbling halls of my castle, my steps slow and deliberate, I could not help but feel the weight of everything bearing down on me. The battle against Queen Nissa had taken a heavy toll. It had been weeks since the confrontation, and yet the memories still haunted me, lingering like shadows in the corners of my mind.

The sheer magnitude of the magic I had to channel through my body from Golnar, Baldur, and the others had left me weakened, my strength depleted in ways I had never experienced before. It took far longer for my body to recuperate from the ordeal, each day marked by aches and pains that served as a constant reminder of the price we had paid for our victory.

But it was not just the physical toll that weighed on me. The revelation of Cedric's involvement in our parents' deaths still gnawed at me, a wound that would probably never heal. Learning the truth had been like a dagger to the heart, shattering the illusions of my childhood and leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

I could not help but wonder how things might have been different if I had known the truth sooner. If I had been able to see through Cedric's façade, to recognize the darkness that lurked beneath his charming exterior. But such thoughts were futile, mere whispers of what-ifs that offered no solace in the face of reality.

"There's nothing I can do about it now..." I muttered.

With a shake of my head, I pushed aside the doubts and the regrets, focusing instead on the task at hand. There was much work to be done, and my people relied on me to lead them through the darkness and into the light.

To be honest, I found solace in the knowledge that the Fae Kingdom would rise from the ashes, stronger and more resilient than ever before. But as I stood amidst the ruins of what was once the council room, even that assurance felt a bit fragile.

The room, once a bastion of order and diplomacy, now lay in shambles. The grand windows that had once bathed the chamber in soft light were shattered, their fractured remnants scattered across the floor like shards of forgotten dreams.

As I surveyed the damage, a pang of sorrow gripped my heart. This room had been more than just a meeting place; it had been a symbol of our unity, a testament to the strength of our people. And now, it lay broken and battered, a reflection of the trials we had endured.

But even amidst the devastation, there was hope. Through the broken windows, I could see the first rays of dawn breaking on the horizon, casting a soft golden light over the wreckage. It was a reminder that even in our darkest hour, there was still beauty to be found, still the promise of a new beginning.

With a heavy heart, I turned away from the ruins of the council room, my footsteps echoing against the scorched stones of the courtyard as I made my way towards the gathering of people. Golnar stood at the centre, her voice carrying across the courtyard as she spoke with a group of Fae and orcs alike.

As I approached, I felt a swell of pride at the sight of Golnar, her presence commanding yet warm as she delegated tasks and coordinated efforts to rebuild our shattered kingdom. It was heartening to see the unity between our people, Fae and orcs, working side by side, their shared determination a beacon of hope amidst the ruins. After centuries of being enemies, it was amazing to witness how far we had come in such a short amount of time, now standing as allies.

It was a testament to the power of unity, of solidarity in the face of adversity. And as I listened to Golnar's voice, I knew that together, we would overcome whatever obstacles lay in our path. For in the end, it was not just our kingdom that we were rebuilding, but creating bonds of friendship with others who lived on the Isle of Wrobel.