#First of chapters
What the fae Queen wants.
Special edition with prologue.

Blood is thicker than water is what people say, but from experience Braelynn Fayre Niamh Daybreaker II says people say whatever your power permitts them to say.

Death, betrayal, strength, power, is nothing new for Braelynn.

Every century the fae Queen lifts the veil between Tír na hÓige and the Mortal world.

Stalking the mortal world.

Seeking.

Seeking.

Oh the Fayre haired lady seeks her Leannan Sidhe.
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Let the cold cogeal our bloods.

Let darkness crush us down to the ground.

Oh young one.

Oh young one.

Come dance in this circle of mine.

Oh young one can you not hear the beats of the drums around us.

Oh young frail one can you not hear the melodious tone of the flute of the fawns.

Oh young one the moon seems besotted by us.

The nymphs sing to the melody of our awra that covets us.

Oh my young frail one come dance to the beat of our own melody.

Come dance in my circle.

Come. Come. Come. Come dance in my circle.

The nymph musician ended her music, and the guest around killed the silence with sounds of cheers and applauds.

The Queen on the other hand could no less be more unappreciative to the nymph's beautiful song.

Bored by the melody.

Her words to her tone were familiar to the ones she had heard from formers parties thrown. They seemed different from each other but when you had lived centuries they seemed no different from each other.

The main event of the night was meant to be when the Queen lifted the veil.

That was all the Queen looked forward to even though there was a prick in her chest knowing her hope we're most likely mere illusions of a lonely...