FRAGILE

Prologue

Adrian sat comfortably on his magnificent throne.

One leg thrown over the arm of his chair as he ate the grapes being served to him by a frail looking servant.

He knew his mother would never approve of this behavior ....

...but he didn't care.

She was away on a trip and would be back in a fortnight, and if any of the guards knew what was best for them they wouldn't dare report him to his mother.

The man's head on a spike that hung right above his throne was a clear representation of what Adrian did to men who tattled on him.

Just as he was picking up another juicy grape, the door to the throne room swung open an in came a fairie. The head of the kings guard. Damascus bowed respectfully at Adrian, his pure white long hair that fell down to his waist moving with his head. Damascus was a handsome man, with his sharp features and piercing royal blue eyes. One could almost mistake his for a girl if not for his lean muscular build, but all fairie's were like this, beautiful beyond understanding.

"What is it?" Adrian drawled, chewing on another juicy grape, his eyes glancing lazily and disinterestedly at Damascus.

Damascus forced himself not to roll his eyes, to him, Adrian was a disgrace, and he didn't believe Adrian deserved the throne. The only reason the boy was there was because his honorable father had just recently died in battle.

"A woman is requesting to see you" Damascus replied, barely hiding his resentment for Adrian from his tone. "She had traveled all the way from Silverstone and demands a confrontation with the king"

Adrian rolled his eyes plucking another grape, "send her on her way. I'm not free today"

Damascus nearly growled at him. Adrian was such a child, he clearly had nothing to do today, considering he was neglecting all his duties as king. The kingdom was going to fall under his rule if he didn't change his nonchalant behavior soon.

"But your Majesty," Damascus spat, making Adrian smirk. He knew how much Damascus hated him, even though the man had never openly made his feelings known. And one of the things Damascus resented was calling the man child 'your majesty'.

"The girl has been here for three days, we have pleaded with her to leave, but she refuses"

Adrian finally sighed, he didn't care for the girl but he wasn't in the mood to talk to Damascus longer than necessary. And after all, it's not like he actually had anything to do today. It was probably just some widower that came to beg for bread to feed her children. "Okay then, since she is so desperate to be in my presence, send her in"

Damascus nodded, looking a tad bit relieved, "she is a sorceress, and she goes by the name Melissa...."