A Modern Faerie Tale

Chapter four

A/N * I apologise for not uploading sooner but as you know I have been busy with my final exams and now that I have finished writing I will be uploading more. So without further or do here is the long awaited chapter four.

***Chapter Four***

Orick glanced at the pixie trapped by Darian’s magic. She was a sight, with her long flowing black hair, piercings in nearly every available space and her soul-searching electric blue eyes. The same blue eyes which stared back in horror as the King’s new play toy  was being led away by a lesser fey.

“Please let Keira stay,” the dead looking mortal begged, “She’s my only friend.”

King Darian glanced at the human and a strange look passed over his face, something Orick always saw cross his face when someone was stupid enough to make a request to him; humour.

“Orick,” he said glancing in the direction of his right-hand man, “Take her to the forest and if she can survive the night she may return to my court as a dancer.”

“Yes my King,” Orick replied. He grabbed the pixie’s slender hand and dragged her behind him. He was busy making his way to the double doors when her musical voice brought him to a stop.

“How did you get away from that thing in the forest without getting so much as a scratch?” she asked stumbling behind him.

He ignored her and carried on marching through the castle until they came to the door that Keira had come through. He glanced behind his shoulder, making sure that she followed right behind him. The UnSeelie Court was known for the harsh redcaps and trolls that lurked in the tunnels waiting to pounce on any unsuspecting victim. Once he knew that Keira was safely behind him he opened the heavy oak doors and pushed the pixie roughly through them. 

“Hey! What’s your problem buster? I’m not a ragdoll,” Keira huffed after Orick had closed the doors behind them.

It was like he was being intentionally nasty to her. What had she done to him? She never even asked him to fight that hell hound for her; she could have handled it herself. Okay who was she kidding she would have died back there if it wasn’t for him stepping between her and that putrid smelling thing of an animal.

“Thank you,” Keira mumbled.

“For what exactly?” he asked lifting an eyebrow in her direction.

“For saving me back in the forest from the hell hound, I would have been killed by it if it weren’t for you, so thank you.”

Orick spun around and stared at the pixie. She was so stupid. Didn’t she know that if she thanked him then it would mean that she owed him a favour; any favour that he could ask of her. He cocked his head to the left and studied her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes that pulled him in and made him forget what he had to do, shaking his head he turned around and said the first thing that came to his mind.

“Are you stupid?”

Orick watched as her eyes widened and realisation settled in, he knew she would retract her gratitude. Part of him wanted her to, and another part of him wanted her to defy the laws and to say it to him again. He didn’t know why but some part of him, a very small part, wanted to protect her from the dangers of the UnSeelie. Muttering to himself, Orick turned on his heels and marched away down the tunnel once he had sealed the oak doors properly.

“There he goes again, that brute of a faerie,” Keira cursed under her breath as she hurried to follow him through the passage way.

Orick kept his pace steady while Keira had to jog to keep up with him. He heard her muttering repeatedly under her breath about her current situation. He wondered when she would bring up the topic of her thanking him; he planned to make it as awful and unpleasant as he could.