Aureole Corona // #Wattpride

Chapter 1

My wings felt cool against the strong hitting wind from the nearby mountains of Frost Fire as I flew over the palace in graceful turns using every bit of my strength practising the annual Courtship Dance of the Seelie Court.

It was what they expected from a male faery to do on the sacred ceremony before the night of the Faery Revel , a special night following the Blood Moon.

The palace shimmered as the morning light lazily shone against it casting spectrums of light across the lake , it never ceased to amaze me, the palace was built out of amber to represent the Summer faeries. It was the considerably the biggest palace in all of the subdivided courts of Faerieland in which my mother, the Golden Fey ruled .

"Hey,Peony wait up ",cried Timothy , my best man including my best friend since I was a little changling but that didn't change the fact that I deeply hated him now.

"You fly to slow Tim , even for a Nightglider", I retorted back swooping behind him making him lose his balance in midair.

"Not fair, I was up all night guarding the palace seems like fatigue got the best of me" .

I glanced at him with a curious eyes scanning him from top to bottom and it made it believable that it was no lie. Under his blue-green eyes were black rings , his tousled blond hair was in a mess. So he was not lying after all but it didn't change the fact that he had bailed out on me during the Blood Moon did not it.

"You do look so tired, I wonder how were you able to sleep with knowing what you did to me ?", I asked sullenly , trying to make him feel guilty about his past actions.

"I am not nocturnal Peon . I have been busy lately with my studies and sadly it's my final year. I can't afford disappointing my family", he said tiredly.

Peon.

He still had the nerve to call me that not even addressing like the others did since at birth.

"Poor thing, I almost feel sorry for you", I said sarcastically with a hint of suppressed anger in each word. It was certainly the way of Faery to speak the truth and nothing else more.

" You are still angry with me right?", he asked trying to push me.

"That's not the answer I was looking for, you are supposed to apologize !", I snapped back, pushing him away from me.

After last night I was not going to back down without a good battle. Maybe punch his annoyingly pretty face that would cost him a few stitches at the infirmary.

I had never felt so angry before partially to do with my responsibility as a prince which included being charming, inventive, graceful and last but not least being enigmatic. It was a hard image to keep up with but I had never had the time to slack off and truly be myself without anyone judging. It was only know that I realised I wasn't really into ...being one.

 "Timothy you were supposed to be there at the ball , now I am going to be betrothed to someone I don't love and to make matters worse is that she is gentry faery which means my mother will accept her more than Kieran!",I yelled at him furiously unleashing every anger inside me.

Couldn't he get it, all I ever wanted was someone...but probably I had lost the chance after the way I had reacted.

 "I-l-l am ...so sorry maybe I should leave you", said Timothy and he flew away into orange spilled horizon.

I sighed as I stepped onto amber rooftop of the palace and sat there for a long time until the sun was up in the azure sky .

It helped to calm myself down a bit.