Beyond the Fairy Gate

Chapter 1

Damien

"Now, son, this is a serious topic," Damien's father spoke to him in a stern voice from his throne. His face void of all emotion as Damien stared at them from three steps down. Damien didn't often see his parents, but it was in the throne room when he did it, and they were his King and Queen. Not parents. They were all business all the time, or they weren't out in the eye of their people or servants. Meaning they were either in queen and king mode, or they were locked in their rooms, not to be disturbed.

His mother was beautiful with her long blond hair and light blue eyes; she had thin light pink lips that matched her pale complexion. Today, she wore a dress of light blue with a high white collar that went up to her earlobes. Her neck and ears were adorned with silver jewelry with soft blue stones that sparkled in the shaft of sunlight filtering through the large three windows that sat behind the white wooden thrones.

His father seemed to be the exact opposite of his mother. To his mother's pale complexion, his father was all dark, dark black hair that fell in a sheet around his ears and down to his shoulders, with dark brown eyes. His skin was also a caramel color, and he had a neatly trimmed beard that matched his ears. His pants, button-up shirt, and leather boots were all black and new.

Damien had ended up in between his mother and father in looks. His eyes were light brown as if the ice blue and dark almost black couldn't decide on which color to make his eyes, so they agreed somewhere in the middle. His long hair was as black as his father's except for the streak of red hair that framed the right side of his face. Apparently, he had gotten that from his grandmother on his mother's side of the family. He wore his hair down most of the time, allowing the long locks to fall around his shoulders. His skin had ended up a few shades lighter than his father's.

Currently, his father's brown eyes were looking down at Damien. The look in them was complicated as he steeled his facial expression for his following words. "You have no mated pair, and you're almost sixteen."

Damien heaved a deep sigh, letting the breath out before looking from his mother's ice blue eyes to his father's almost black ones. "She's alive, you know," his voice was soft as he crossed his arms over his chest, needing the barrier between him and his parents. This was a conversation that he had with them often, and he had continued to fight as he tried to find his mate.

For years he had searched with no avail, but he didn't want to give up and had argued with them endlessly about letting him do what he needed to find her. Despite the conversations' frequency, he always ended up so upset that he would start shaking and then would be having to monitor his mood. Him getting angry and yelling did absolutely nothing except for getting him dismissed from the throne room with a promise that the conversation would continue again later. Something that he would rather just no deal with.

"We know honey," His mother stood and walked down the steps to place a hand on his shoulder, doing something that he did not see often. By doing this, she removed herself as his Queen and moved into mother territory. He knew that something terrible was coming because that was the only time that she did this, to comfort him. "But you can't ascend the throne without your mate. It's the law." Damien closed his eyes for a moment before looking at his mother in the face.

"Just give me a little more time," I know that I can find her." His father looked at him for a long moment before he sighed, his stern face seeming to crumple at the sight of his hopeful offspring. He, however, stayed seated on his throne, his feet planted as he watched his wife and son speak below.

"Son, I understand how much you want her to be your pair; I was young once-"

"Dad, you don't understand," Damien took a step towards him as his arms flew up, his temper snapping with his father's words.