Chapter Thirty-One

After what felt like an age, but could probably only have been a few hours, I had finally calmed down enough to continue the conversation. I looked up at Marvin, his face not giving anything away about what he was thinking. 

I took a deep, shuddering breath and asked him, "Do you think that guy was right? The Fae King?"

Marvin Grunted. "Honestly, he's hardly ever wrong. He's been around a long time, 'Melia. If he says that the High Cleric was wrong about ya, then he's probably right."

I hug my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. Being a Dryad, I'm sure Marvin would know him better than I do. Marcel would be his king, after all. Finally, I let the question I didn't want to give voice to slip from my lips. "What do I do now?" My voice is barely above a whisper.