I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from saying anything else that would undoubtedly embarrass me. Instead, I stared at the man I would kill up close, in a way I had never been able to before.
Pan had an enigmatic and mischievous charm that echoed the essence of his reputation, but there was a heavy darkness that followed him around like a shadow. It was hard for me to reconcile both sides of this man when all I had ever heard about, all I had ever been warned about, was just how dangerous he was. Even so, that didn’t, unfortunately, take away from his beauty. I couldn’t stop staring at him, despite the fact that I knew what a monster he truly was, and I loathed every inch of me for feeling this way.
Pan's piercing eyes, reminiscent of emerald gemstones, held a glimmer of playful impishness and hidden depths as they studied me. It was like he was amused with me, like I was nothing more than a plaything he didn’t take seriously.
Which was good.
If he underestimated me, it would only help with completing my task.
His eyes were framed by expressive eyebrows that arched slightly, conveying an air of sly intelligence. His gaze was magnetic, capable of captivating those who dared to meet his gaze.
Like me.
His features were striking, with chiseled cheekbones that highlighted his sharp and charismatic countenance. There was more than a touch of danger in his smirking smile, luring the others into the web of his charms. I needed to make sure I wasn’t one of them, that he wouldn’t have the same power over me that he already had over them.
His raven-black hair fell in sleek, slightly tousled locks that framed his face with an effortless allure. The strands seemed to have a life of their own, hinting at the ever-present chaos that resided within him.
His fair complexion hinted of warmth that contrasted with the darkness of his hair. Pan's skin had an enviable smoothness that was untouched by time, reminding me again that he was an immortal Fae prince, and I risked everything by agreeing to be here.
His mere presence was imbued with an air of regality and confidence, carrying himself with a graceful yet mischievous gait. He was born to be a Prince, even if that didn’t reflect in his birth order. His attire combined elements of traditional Fae garb with a modern twist, featuring richly colored fabrics and intricate patterns that showcased his status as a figure of authority.
“There will be a ball tonight,” he said after another moment of heavy silence, and he finally shifted his eyes elsewhere. “An introduction to you all. If you please me, I shall remember you and respond accordingly. You are to look as beautiful as you possibly can. I will not have anything less on my arm with the title of True Wife. Remember, you represent me and my Royal family.”
I clutched the seat of the chair, sinking my nails into the soft cushion, to keep myself from saying anything rude.
“That is, if such a thing is possible.” His eyes lingered on me, and a flare of wickedness danced in them.
If only I had my bow. If only I had my arrows. He wouldn’t be smiling anymore if I was able to utilize my strengths.
A couple of the Fae, including Seraphina, openly snickered at the insinuation that I wasn’t as beautiful as they were. It would be silly of me to be offended when it was the truth, so I eased the tension from my body. Had I expected anything less from Pan? It was clear what his stance on mortals were. Why would I be surprised to find him insulting, demeaning, and completely uninterested in me?
Take advantage of this.
It was Robin’s voice in my head, whispering soothing words of encouragement.
I relaxed my grip and loosed a breath. I couldn’t bring myself to smile, not yet, but I wasn’t as stiff as I had been.
“You’ve heard our dear Prince,” Arybella said from where she stood just off to the side. She clapped her hands, and in an instant, six servants appeared, all dressed in demure off-white aprons and plain black dresses that reached their knees. “Take your assigned contestant to their assigned rooms and get them ready for The Enchanted Gala.”
Each servant bowed and moved to their assigned contestant.
I blinked when a demure Fae with platinum blonde hair pulled from her face in an intricate braid and pinned to the crown of her head stepped in front of me. Her pale blue eyes fixated on the marble beneath her feet as she gave me a graceful curtsey.
“I’m Wendy,” I said.
She snapped her gaze up to me, her eyes widening.
I realized I must have misstepped in some way. The other Fae were gone, and none of them had introduced themselves to their lady-in-waiting. They had already gone to their rooms. I could feel the heated stare of the Prince, watching as I interacted with her. I didn’t have to look at him to know he’d be amused by my ignorance at his culture.
My face turned an unflattering shade of pink, but I refused to let it bother me. Instead, I leaned into the interaction. I wouldn’t let him shame me out of being polite.
“Cyan,” the Fae responded. “I’m to show you to your room, my lady.”
“I would appreciate that, thank you,” I said.
Cyan nodded, still surprised by being spoken to. Her face was paler before, and her eyes kept darting to Pan, waiting for him to lash out at her for doing something wrong. If he did, I would say something, even if it threatened my position here.
Foolish.
I didn’t argue with the thought. It was foolish of me, but I wouldn’t let him intimidate Cyan when Cyan was just doing her job.
She guided me away from the sitting room, gliding silently ahead. We entered a corridor off to the left, lit by softly glowing sconces that emitted a warm, golden light, casting a soft and inviting glow upon the path. Her steps barely made a sound against the smooth marble floor. The walls were adorned with the same tapestries as each one I had been in already, depicting enchanting scenes of mythical creatures, lush landscapes, and captivating adventures. I wondered if this was something Pan wanted specifically, or if the design of the castle came from someone else.
As we walked, I couldn’t help but turn my head in every direction, gawking like a child at an amusement park. I managed to catch glimpses of hidden alcoves and archways, each leading to secret gardens or secluded chambers. The air carried a subtle floral fragrance, as if the very essence of nature lingered within these halls, without being suffocating.
We hit a grand staircase and headed up the hard stairs before turning down another hallway, this time, to the left.
Occasionally, we passed by ornate doorways adorned with intricately carved wooden frames, hinting at the remarkable craftsmanship that filled the palace. The doors themselves had enchanting symbols and motifs carved into the wood, each telling a story of its own.
The Fae seemed to be fascinated with storytelling, something that surprised me.
As we continued deeper into the palace, I caught sight of beautifully manicured courtyards through expansive windows. These outdoor sanctuaries boasted vibrant flower beds, dancing fountains, and whimsical sculptures that seem to take on a life of their own. It took everything inside of me to keep from rushing over to a balcony and taking in the sight directly.
Passing by an open balcony, I was greeted by a breathtaking view of the town of Wonderland below. The town's magical structures blended harmoniously with the natural surroundings, creating a picturesque scene of enchantment and wonder. I never saw Wonderland like this, and I realized the beauty the town possessed.
Had I truly taken it for granted before now?
“Here we are, my lady,” Cyan said, opening the door before stepping back.
I stepped into the room tentatively, not quite sure what to expect. My eyes widened when the space itself emanated comfort and serenity. Soft, pastel-colored furnishings graced the room, and a large window offered a view of a secluded garden, where moonlight danced on delicate petals. Small trinkets and delicate decor decorated the room, reflecting a sense of elegance and personal touch. The bed was canopied, its drapes cascading in sheer fabrics that added a touch of whimsy. The room invited me to rest and rejuvenate, offering a haven amidst the mysteries and intrigues of the Fae court.
I never thought I’d feel this way here, but with a private room like this, how could I not?
Don’t let down your guard, Robin’s voice reminded me.
I knew he was right deep in my bones. Even so, I was captivated by the beauty that surrounded me, unable to curb conflicting feelings of awe and trepidation. The palace's enchanting allure and the secrets it held whispered promises of adventure and discovery, and I wanted to uncover all of the truths hidden within the walls.
I wanted to know about my brothers and any other skeletons they had in their fancy closets.
“We must get you ready,” Cyan continued.
I turned to look back at her. She seemed to teeter towards stepping inside the room and staying out.
“I don’t…it wouldn’t do well for you to be late, and unfortunately…” She let her voice trail off, pressing her lips together as though she just realized she was going to say something she shouldn’t.
“I know,” I said, hoping my voice was gentle. “You have a lot to work with, considering I’m human.”
Cyan blushed but said nothing.
“All right.” I curled a strand of hair behind my ear. “What do you need me to do?”
Cyan had me bathe, although I wasn’t sure that was the appropriate word to use, considering I wasn’t relaxed nor did I get to enjoy the hot water and the silky soap. I was scrubbed and preened, washed and rinsed, like I was a dog at a groomer’s. I didn’t think my skin would ever go back to being a natural peachy color with how red it currently was. Cyan didn’t even realize it; I wasn’t sure if it was because Fae skin was tougher than it looked or if she believed humans had thicker skin. Whatever it was, I was glad when she helped me out, wrapping a towel around my body.
She led me to a small vanity where a cushioned seat was placed. After drying my hair, she eased me into the chair.
With a surprisingly gentle touch after that bath, Cyan began to work on styling my hair for the ball. Her fingers ran through my tresses with effortless grace, her touch a delicate dance upon my locks.
Carefully, she started the process by parting my hair, creating sections that would be shaped into an elegant and enchanting style. With precision, she began to craft intricate braids and twists, weaving strands together like a tapestry of delicate threads.
Her nimble fingers seemed guided by an unseen magic, each movement purposeful and precise. They skillfully gathered sections of hair, twisting them into intricate knots and loops that create an intricate and captivating design. Blossoms of delicate flowers, carefully chosen from the realm's abundant gardens, were interwoven into the arrangement, adding a touch of natural splendor.
As Cyan worked, she occasionally stepped back to assess her progress, adjusting and refining the style with meticulous attention to detail. Each twist and braid was positioned with a discerning eye, ensuring balance and harmony in the final result, especially since she believed it would be difficult since I didn’t have the natural beauty the Fae possessed.
Gradually, the hairstyle took shape, a work of artistry that captured the elegance of the occasion. Cyan added delicate jeweled pins, each carefully placed to catch the light and add a touch of enchantment.
Once satisfied with the creation, Cyan took a step back to admire her handiwork. Loose tendrils escaped the arrangement, adding a touch of softness and playfulness to my overall look. Instead of bothering with them, Cyan let them remain where they were.
I was glad.
Cyan grinned, the first smile I had seen on her face.
“And now,” she said. “The dress.”
Before I could say another word, Cyan disappeared. It was only a second or two before she returned, presenting me with a gown.
“It embodies the epitome of elegance and enchantment of our culture,” she said.
I wanted to remind her that I wasn’t from her culture and therefore wasn’t exactly fit to wear it, but she was so happy and I didn’t want to ruin that for her.
I nodded and she squealed.
She helped me up and began to dress me. Crafted from the finest fabrics, the dress seemed to emanate a soft, ethereal glow as it caught the light, exuding an air of timeless beauty.
The gown featured a flowing silhouette, accentuating my figure with grace and poise. The bodice was delicately adorned with intricate embroidery, showcasing delicate patterns inspired by the natural world. Subtle shimmering sequins and beads were scattered like stardust across the fabric, adding a touch of celestial magic.
The neckline was modest yet alluring, gracefully framing my collarbone and drawing attention to my complexion that looked clearer and softer since my bath. From the neckline, the dress extended into gentle pleats and cascading layers of ethereal fabric that danced with every step.
The hues of the dress mirrored the enchantment of the Fae realm, there was no doubt about it. Soft pastel tones dominated, reminiscent of the blush of dawn. A delicate shade of pale rose, the dress captured the essence of natural beauty and the subtle magic that filled the air.
As I moved, the gown swirled and floated around me like a cloud of dreams, imbuing my every step with a graceful allure. The fabric felt weightless, allowing me to glide effortlessly across the ballroom floor, adding to the air of mystique that surrounded me.
The dress was completed with delicate details and embellishments. A slender belt of intertwined vines and flowers cinched the waist, accentuating my figure. The sleeves were crafted from sheer, billowing fabrics, adding a soft touch to my arms as they swayed with my movements.
“Well?” Cyan asked, taking a step back. “What do you think?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that.
I hardly recognized myself.
And maybe that was a good thing.
I was still expected to kill Pan, no matter how beautiful I looked.
“Perfect,” I said, ignoring the way my heart skipped a beat.
Now, I just needed to figure out how to hide a dagger up my dress without an issue.