Blog Story #23

For those of you who might not be aware this is my blog story Fae light/Fae Knight. If you haven’t read the previous posts they can be found by searching blog story. It’s a little shorter than I wanted so I might post an extra one in the next few days. Sorry it’s not better but I will improve!!

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Finn tried to eat and not pay attention to the people around them, but they wouldn’t stop staring. He got that he was new and shiny and that necromancers were rare but weren’t they part of the king’s court? Shouldn’t they have some decorum?

Criss wrapped a warm hand around the back of Finn’s neck sending pulses of comforting heat down Finn’s spine. Scents of wild berry and sage filled the air between them. Finn held back the urge to inhale a lungful.

“They will lose interest soon. Ignore them for now.”

“You think so?” Finn winced at the hope in his voice.

“No.” Criss didn’t try to sugarcoat the truth. “Necromancers don’t wander into the king’s court everyday.”

“You are so right Criss!” the king boomed. His sharp eyes pierced Finn sharper than a raven’s beak. “And you will remember that necromancers are dark fae and that you are a member of my court no matter what that queen has to say.”

Finn bowed his head. “Yes, your majesty.” He’d agree to anything at the moment to avoid the pulsing, biting, winter storm of magic the king emitted from his seat at the the head of the table.

“He will need a mentor.” Krane braved the king’s wrath.

The king scratched at his chin. “Yes, he will. I’ll give it some thought and speak with you when you return later.”

“Thank you, your majesty.” Finn would rather not return at all but scurry back to his apartment and never speak with the fae again. It wasn’t that they hadn’t been welcoming. They just scared the shit out of him.”

They quickly finished their meal and Finn was escorted out of the hall. And if they walked faster than ever before, Finn certainly wasn’t going to object

“Shall we go investigate a murder?” Kane asked cheerily.

“Stop being creepy,” Criss protested. “It’s not like we are taking him on a courting date, we are checking out a murder.”

“You try to drain the joy out of everything,” Kane protested.

Finn shook his head and continued his way out of the castle. The urge to wrap everything up quickly and go home slammed into him with the strength of a hurricane. Finn blinked back tears. He never thought he’d be homesick for his lonely little apartment and his cat.

Criss wrapped his arm around Finn as if sensing his distress.  “Let’s go catch a killer.”

Finn nodded, too drained to say anything else. When he dreamed of meeting fae as a child this had never fit into any of this fantasies. Other than the beauty of its inhabitants, the fae world was nothing like Finn had imagined.

For the first time in Finn’s memory a murder scene didn’t look like a murder scene. It looked like a fashion award ceremony gone wrong. They had preserved the scene, Finn would give them that, but the dozens of silk gowns filling the space splattered with blood and the high end cosmetics sewn across the counter conveyed a woman who liked the finer things in life. “Who was she?” Finn asked.

One of the fae guards who accompanied them to the scene piped up. “She was the premier fashion designer of the realm. She made all the queen’s gowns and rumor has it she dressed the king’s mistresses.”

“Do we have a list of clients who would’ve seen her this week?”

It took more time than it should’ve but Finn didn’t comment on their inefficiency. The fae didn’t have a police force. They had a military power but they were rarely killed outside of battle so there was no need for detectives.

Only five names made the list. Three of them were Queen Titania, Prince Oisin and King Eohric, the other two he didn’t know. “She only had five clients this week?” Finn waved the list around impatiently.

“No. She only has five true clients. When you work for royalty you have to be ready at a moments notice. She was paid to be on hand at all times.”

“I don’t know these two names.” Finn didn’t want to mention them out loud. He pointed them out to Criss.

Amon snatched the list from his hand to look over. “They are distant cousins of yours from the Dark fae court.”

“So three dark fae and two light fae. Is it common for people to intermingle with the courts?”

“Generally only the merchant class,” Criss said. “Those who have the skills and need the extra clientele will traverse courts. If they are truly talented they will flourish.”

“I wonder how many of those killed had those kinds of talents.” It would make sense if someone was against the two courts being friendly to take out those who balanced between them.

“That is something to look into,” Criss agreed.