Chapter 33. Elven King

For once I was going to fight for my kind. Duh, maybe... I still have some doubts, but I might as well find out what is really going on. I was already where I was supposed to be anyway.

The thought about Armand will come later. I still need to get away from this realm and figure out what I was going to do with my kind.

Is saving them still an option? It should be, right?

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I was dressed in royal clothes, I was presentable and I looked royally beautiful. Though I don't feel as beautiful as I used to, not like the royalty I once had before, not without my wings. Beings were watching me as I was led down the path inside the palatial walls by Nicodemus, some looked at me strangely and I know right away that they were all wondering about my wings.

In all of my life, I've never felt so judged before, the thought of losing my wings never put me in such a situation. And I did not like it, and I told Nicodemus so.