(I wrote something that felt really good in a really long time and my browser restarted. Ugh.)
Serena had seen spectacular views from her time running from monsters, but the view she received from the gardens was on par with what she’d already seen. The sun gave off a warm glow, wind rustled in the trees, and flowers gave off an aroma so breathtaking, it nearly took the strength from her legs. The garden was another proof of the faeries’s wealth and absolute power, a promise of protection and peace for those inside the castle walls. But not outside of it.
Instead of feeling the same warmth, it instead ignited loathing inside of Serena. While her kind had suffered, the faeries ate warm meals and took hot baths. While her kind was killed for just being humans, the faeries slept in soft beds and never felt a shred of horror. These things deserved to suffer. They deserved no good night’s rest. They deserved their bloods being spilled and nothing less.
Even Venali? Serena’s mind went blank at the voice that popped in her head. The faerie that helped humans despite being against them? The faerie who’s helping you?
For his own gain, Serena told herself, and with that, shut down any lingering thoughts. She and Venali were connected through life; he was the only one she couldn’t wish death upon.
“Where is he?” Serena asked, tilting her head and knowing Arya would understand what she meant.