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Prologue

The girl in front of him looked away from him to keep from laughing and to hide the blush that crept to her cheeks. The wind blew her bobbed blonde hair in her face. He tucked her bangs behind her pointed Fae ears. She turned toward him.

Her hand went to the boy's cheek. "What is your name, oh-mysterious-Fae?" the girl asked.

A figure appeared behind the female Fae. It was the Ice Queen, Sage. The boy rose quickly and bowed. "Queen Sage."

Sage bowed her head slightly. "Jael, accompany me."

The girl's voice interrupted the Queen's requested. "Jael."

"Jael!" a shout blared from outside Jael's dream.

The boy woke up with a sigh. He ran his hands down his face and glared at his half-sister. "Clover, leave me alone." He grumbled. Jael rolled over and put his pillow over his ear to drown out Clover's complaints. Clover screamed for her mother. He grimaced at the noise.

"Jael, get up," he heard Agrihan, his father, shout from down the hall. "Clover, get out of his room," Agrihan added.

Jael smirked. He rolled back over to face Clover. Propping himself up on his elbow, he shooed her away. "Go on, Clover. Listen to dear-ole-father."

Tears filled Clover's eyes as she ran out of his room. Jael chortled. Wishing he could go back to sleep, he laid back down. Jael's thoughts began to wonder as a pound came down on the door. Agrihan came in holding a scroll. He sat up.

"Do you have any idea what this is?" Agrihan asked him. Agrihan held out the scroll for Jael to see the harsh script of the Froore language.

Jael sighed as he read. "An invitation for the Winter Gala?"

His father looked like he was about to scream. "We are in the middle of a war. Is Sage crazy? You are going to be my delegate," he decided.

Jael shook his head and sat up straighter. "No, it's invited the whole royal family," Jael squinted at the scroll.

Clover's mother walked in like she was not his father's whore. "Stop harassing your son." She glared at Jael, "You should get up."

Jael peeked out of the blackout curtains. It was near 8am. He squinted against the sun's harsh rays.

"Perfect day to find a wife," Agrihan laughed.

"A wife?" Jael scoffed. "After all of what I've done?"

Clover's mother traced the tattoos on Agrihan's chest. "Girls do like bad boys," she told Jael stealing a glance at him.

Jael caught the look. He sped over ot her and his father. "Get out. Now." He growled. "And, never say that again. You are a hundred years younger than me; don't go around like you think you know," Jael looked at Agrihan. He didn't realize till then he stood a good two inches above his father. "Keep your whore inline."

Agrihan shook his head. "Remember, I am the king still," he took his mistress's hand and led her out.

Jael sighed as the door shut and sank into a chair. He grumbled about Agrihan's ignorance and his mistress's need to mother him. Kvetching for ten minutes was all he could take before feeling too lazy and getting restless legs, so he got ready for the day. He walked down to the (what the Mistress would call it) "living room." Clover was watching some human movie. Jael rolled his eyes as Clover scoffed about something in the movie.

"You should take a walk," Clover said out loud. Jael didn't realize she knew he was there. "Calm down a little bit. My mom is in her room crying at what you said to her."