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Willow

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Alder finished his soup, trying to work out what he felt about Esra going to find their mother. Every time he thought of her, of what she’d done to them all, he felt the same anger he felt since the utter desolation had faded, and he wanted to tell Esra not to go. Unfortunately he knew that Esra’s feelings were something that should never be ignored, so in the end the only thing he could do was give her his blessing. Finally he nodded.

“Okay, Esra, but don’t expect me to welcome her with open arms. She left us. I’m not just going to forgive her.”

Esra smiled. “I never thought you would.” She reached out and touched Alder’s hand again. “I think her disappearance hurt the two of us the most.”

“Probably.” All Alder wanted to do was get away from the conversation they were having and he was almost certain Esra knew that. “I’m going to see if anyone needs me.”

“I promise, Alder, that I won’t leave the camp until we’re certain that the humans are going to accept us.”

Standing, Alder smiled. “That may never happen.”

“I know.”

Their eyes met and Alder let himself stare at his sister, grateful once again that she had survived, because he had no idea what he would have done without her. “I love you,” he said, almost surprising himself, before leaving the tent.

“I love you, too,” Esra replied, her voice travelling to him on the wind.

Once Alder was out of the tent he had no idea where he was going. As far as he knew no one needed his help and there was nothing for him to do, because everything was done that could be done, at least until they knew what was going to happen next. No one knew if the humans would accept them or not, because they could easily be seen as invaders rather than a race seeking sanctuary. Willow was, probably, already talking to the Prime Minister. Sighing, he watched the fae walking around him, trying to work out what they were thinking.

It was probably the attention Alder was paying to the other fae that stopped him from noticing Willow until he was almost on top of her. “Princess,” Alder said, as he walked up behind her, “I thought you were going to see the Prime Minister.”

When Willow turned to look at Alder she was smiling, which was nice to see. “I have been to see him. I came here to get you, because we could do with having another point of view and I always appreciate hearing yours.”

Alder smiled back, even though he couldn’t push away the sudden insecurity that rushed over him, because he knew there were fae would knew more than he did and would be better advisers for Willow. “Wouldn’t you be better off taking one of the proper elders?” he asked, needing an answer and hating the question at the same time.

“No, Alder, I wouldn’t.” Willow reached out with one hand and gently stroked his face reassuringly, somehow managing to make him certain of himself again. “I want you there. You’ve been a better adviser to me than any of them will ever be, even though you are much younger than them, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable with anyone else.”

“Willow…” Talking with other people about Willow had made Alder forget that he needed to be formal around her, because she was royalty, and he bit his lip as he hoped that she wasn’t going to be upset with him. “Thank you, Princess, for your belief in me. I appreciate it.”

“You can call me Willow, Alder. I don’t mind.”

“Thank you.”

Neither of them said anything more as Willow gathered her power to create a door. No one else around them would be able to feel the it, because it was an ability Alder had gained because of his bloodline, and a lot of the time he wished he didn’t have it. It meant he could feel the other fae around him all the time. Everyone told him he’d get used to it with time, and there were occasions when he was grateful for it, but it wasn’t an easy ability to deal with. When the door appeared he watched as Willow stepped through it without saying anything. There was a moment when he wasn’t sure if he wanted to follow her, because he wasn’t certain about humans at all, but in the end he did the only thing he really could and stepped though the door behind her.

“George, this is Alder, an elder of the fae council,” Willow said, as their eyes met. “Alder, this is George, the Prime Minister of England.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Alder said, trying to keep the surprise out of his voice. He knew he might meet some half bloods, but he didn’t for one moment think that the Prime Minister was going to be one.

“Likewise,” George replied, and Alder knew that George was going to take some time to make an assessment of them both, but that wasn’t going to stop him from helping them.

Alder heard Willow sigh next to him and he couldn’t help wondering what she was thinking. “There are things we need to talk about George,” Willow said, as she turned her attention fully to the man behind the desk. “If we’re going to be working together to make this situation a success then I need to tell you about the fae, even though I know exactly what the other elders would say if they knew I was talking to any human about our race.”

Nodding, George smiled. “I’m glad you’re happy to talk to me about the fae. I was thinking about it when you left and I want to know everything I can about the fae, their magic, and what things I might have to expect in the next few weeks.” He glanced down at his notebook and then back at Willow. “Why don’t the both of you sit down? I have a feeling we’re going to be here a while.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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