Ember Caves

2. The News

Pelesit's POV

Boring. Boring. Read it all ready. Nope. Ew, who put this here? I let out a loud huff as my body falls into the leather couch. Being allowed out my room for only certain hours of the day sucks. Every book on my shelf has been read from front to back countless of times already, and due to my lock down protocols I can no longer travel to the stores to get some more.

I glance around my room looking for anything slightly interesting to do. My large circle bed sits in the middle of my grand room. Being a princess has it perks I guess. My prison cell, aka my room, was the second biggest room in our Victorian style home. My room was decorated with deep browns, tans, creams, and emerald green colors. 2 large book shelf's sit right against the wall next to my walk into closet. My bathroom is right next to my closet, the door was open but the lights were off, giving me the heebie jeebies.

I quickly stand up and close all the open doors in my room. Staring in a room of darkness just creeps me out, makes me feel like something is watching me. I fall back onto my cream colored leather couch that sits facing my balcony doors. The doors were open, letting the cold winter air blow in. I watch my curtains dance in the breeze for a while, wishing I felt their joy. To be free like wind is a dream, but at last, I am your typical locked up princess in her tower. Forced to hide myself from the outside world.

My thoughts are disrupted by a knock at my door, "hey sweetie, it's me. I have something important to inform you." My mother's gentle voice rings out from behind the cherry red door. My heart softens for a moment as I tell her to enter. Her face pokes through the crack and our white eyes connect. A small smile blooms on both our faces. She couldn't deny me if she tried. My face is an exact copy of my mother's. Slightly round face, full lips, small curved upwards nose, pointy ears incased with too many piercings as it is traditional for fairies to get piercings to show their status in life.  We both share white eyes that have no pupil. Many people find this frightening, but I love our unique look. Plus, the only person whose reaction really matters is my future mate. Who I'm never going to find staying locked in my room all day. The only thing we don't share is our skin tone and hair. My mother was a light brown color. She reminded me of the color of beautiful soft sand. My skin was like my father's, a deep dark rich brown that was blemish free. At the age of 5 I looked up to my father and wanted my hair to be like his. I started my dreads one random day and had them ever since. My hair is naturally a deep blue color, and my dreads have finally reached waist length.

"What's up?" I question her as I stand up to greet her at the door. We shortly hug before she pulls back. "Well as you know our yearly signing with The King of Ember Caves is coming up in a week. This signing is to go over our alliance and make any modifications we see necessary." She pauses for a moment and stares at me. I raise a deep blue eyebrow as I stare at her question, "sooo what does this have to do with me?" My gaze confused. I'm currently 23 years old, and every year when we have to have our alliance meeting with King Cadmus Draco I am usually locked into my room for hours until he leaves.

"Well, as the Princess to Hidden Paradise your father and I believe it's time for you to start learning some of the ropes. So your father would like you to sit in on this meeting so you can hear how negotiations work." She sends me an uneasy timid smile, and I don't blame her.

One of the reason I have to be locked into my room is because of my uncontrollable emotions. Due to me being a fire fairy and a hellhound, my emotions are amplified times a thousand; and once my emotions take over it's like my power takes over me. I am no longer in control of my body in those moments. I can see everything going on, but it's as if I'm the background character in my own mind just watching the scene unfold.

I stay quiet for moment, as I am quite surprised. I love my father dearly. He's an amazing King and he has tried his best to be an amazing father. He's scared of his little girl hurting herself with her own powers, so sometimes I don't blame him for wanting to keep my locked away. Over the years I have read many books about what my job as future Queen would be like; but due to my lack of control, I have not been able to practice and handle real life situations. Usually the crown is passed onto the next in line when the child is about 25. So in 2 years I am supposed to take the crown, yet I have no experience truly leading and to mention again, no control over my powers. How am I supposed to be in charge of an island and our people when I can't even be in charge of myself?

"Why?" I finally just ask. I'm so deeply confused as to why my dad is picking this year to try to start finally teaching stuff. Not only have I been reading books about how to rule, I have always been reading self help books on controlling my powers and emotions. Being someone who gets mad easily doesn't quite go well with unstable powers.

"Your guess is as good as mine honey. But yes, come January 3rd, you will be sitting in a meeting with both kings. In the meantime your father has set up a couple training sessions with Derrick again to help you learn more about what you can, can't, and shouldn't do. The sessions will be everyday of this week from 9am to 2pm outside at the training grounds."

Most people would be pissed to have to train so early and for so long, but all I can feel is giddiness. Due to my circumstances I am barely let out of my room, even if it's on our island grounds my father still declines my request to walk around our gardens. Hearing that I will be allowed outside for a whole week brings a large smile to my face. "I'll be there !" I send my mom a large smile, "when do I start?" I ask as I begin to plan some work out outfits in my head.

"Tomorrow morning. The chefs will have breakfast ready for you and Derrick will come grab you from the house." Due to wanting privacy with his mate and daughter as a family, my father moved about 5 minutes away from the center of our land where most of our people live. We live on the outskirts of the forest in an old Victorian styled home that's been passed down from generation to generation. I send my mom a nod, & with a hug and a forehead kiss she leaves my room. She giggles at my annoyed expression to the forehead kiss but doesn't say anything else. My mom is 5'8 while my dad is 6'3. They're both pretty tall, while I'm average height at about 5'5-5'6. My mom thinks it's hilarious I'm shorter than her, even though it's not by much, so she enjoys giving me forehead kisses to show her dominance in height or whatever.

As I sit and watch the sun set I feel hopefully that this training will be great and beneficial in learning how to control my powers.