The Queen of Hearts and the Emerald

 The ceremony carried on.

 But I no longer saw the stage.

I saw him—not the man handing out wands, but the tyrant who very possibly rewrote my world with his magic.

I clenched my wand tighter in anger, heart pounding.

The Love Fairies around me whispered, stealing glances and looking away when I met their eyes. Heck, Doverel wouldn't meet my gaze, as if I were diseased.

Was she scared of me? Just because I stood up to Arisa?

Seriously?

Love Fairies.

Spineless in my time. Still are now.

Pathetic.

And I remembered—

Back when the Love Fairy Kingdom remembered me.

Back when I was the first of my kind.

The Love Fairy born from magic itself.

Not raised. Not trained.

Born.

Magic crackled and gave me form—thought, desire, will.

And I used that gift.

Reached into the hearts of others and helped them find each other.

Soon, others followed—empaths, healers, listeners.