There’s nothing I can do

''Queen Elora, you kept us waiting.'' One of the priestesses spoke, expecting Elora to give them an explanation, but her words were like a pebble thrown into an ocean, it sank without causing a ripple.

Elora picked up her cup leisurely, glancing briefly at the priestess before turning to the bishop.

She said nothing and took a sip, Thorn entered silently and took his place beside her. They frowned at Thorn's presence, noticing his long ears, some frowned—unbeliever. They spat those words collectively in their minds.

The Fae worship the Goddess of Nature, a belief deeply rooted in their species and a force the church has repeatedly tried to eradicate.

They have never succeeded—hunting a fae in the forest is suicide, a lesson learned after countless losses.

One of them could help but say, ''Queen Elora, we only speak with you, sent the fae away.'' Mia and Lisa standing guard, nearly drew out their weapons at his disrespectful tone.