Kayla Of the Fae :

A sneak peek at Kayla's story :

I felt the hand on my arm tightened and jerk me to a stop.

"What?" I asked... confused.

"It's the princess, kneel you stupid girl." The person holding my arm shoved me roughly to the ground.

"How was I supposed to know, I can't SEE remember?" I told him, being sarcastic. I heard a horse-like animal make a noise and voices...

"What is that?" A lilting, musical voice asked...

"A slave Princess, don't bother yourself with her." Daegon responded. I could recognize his voice.

"A human slave?" the voice sounded surprised, and curious to me.

"Halfling." He responded.

"Take the hood off, I want to see her." The musical, feminine voice ordered. It was gentle, but firm.

I felt myself being jerked up, and the hood being torn off my face. I blinked as the bright sun hit my face and I blinked a few times trying to figure out where I was.

Then, I saw her.

She was the most exotic woman I've ever seen. She had dark, blue-black hair that was lose and flowing down her back, tied back with a silver ribbon. Her clothes were beautiful, her dress shimmered, a mix of violet, gold and silver.

She was riding a black horse that had silver ribbons braided into its hair and no saddle. She had her skirts hiked up to her thighs as she straddled him.

I followed her long legs up until I saw her face. She was looking at me as intently as I was staring at her. She had blue eyes, and her pale skin made her eyes and hair stand out. She was perfection that was the only way I could describe her.

I suddenly felt very awkward and unattractive standing next to a woman who literally glowed. I almost wondered if she was using glamor, but somehow, gut instinct told me she really was that beautiful.

I also realized with shock, that the Princess had no panties or undergarments on under her dress. I could see all the way up her skirts, and could see her flesh. I jerked my gaze back up to her face, blushing.

"She has red hair...." The princess finally said. "Is it real?"

"Yes, I believe she gets it from her human half, red is common amongst humans, so is brown." Daegon responded. This was the first time I'd ever heard him sound... patient? I think that was the word I was looking for, but patient and Daegon wasn't something I had pictured ever going hand in hand, especially for an Unseelie Fae.

"It's beautiful, like a flame.... I want to touch it!" She said, and reached down and I felt myself being shoved forward hard by Daegon from the back.

I felt her tug on my hair almost painfully as she ran her hands over my head and ran her fingers through my hair, catching the tangles and getting her fingers stuck.

I inhaled sharply as my scalp tingled in a mix of pleasure and pain from her tugging to free her fingers from my mass of curls.