Chapter 105: Fae Politics
Prince Ash POV
The crystal throne burst beneath my father as I slammed my fist on the council table.
Shards of pure magic scattered across the floor while every fae lord in the room gasped in shock. King Oberon rose slowly from the ruins of his seat, his silver eyes burning with anger that could have frozen mountains.
"You dare show such disrespect in my court?" he asked, power crackling around him like lightning.
"I dare show the same respect you’re giving to innocent people who are dying!" I shot back, not caring that half the council looked ready to remove me on the spot. "While we sit here playing political games, the Void Walkers are erasing entire families from existence!"
My aunt, Lady Titania, laughed coldly from her seat. "Such love for mortals, nephew. How wonderfully naive."
The other council members murmured approval, their perfect faces showing nothing but bored amusement. They’d been arguing for three days whether to help the werewolves and vampires fight the Void Walkers, and every hour we wasted meant more people died.
"They’re not just mortals," I said desperately. "The werewolves, the vampires, even the witches - they’re all part of the magical world. If the Void Walkers kill them, we could be next."
"Could be," emphasized Lord Puck, the court’s top advisor. "But probably won’t be. The Void Walkers have always targeted beings with strong emotional ties. We fae are naturally more... removed."
I wanted to punch his smug face. "Detached? Is that what we’re calling weakness now?"
The temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees as my father’s anger grew. "Enough, Ash. You forget yourself."