science.â
Onilwyn stepped away from the guards. He was blockier than any of the other sidhe, tall but stocky, and yet he always moved with grace, as if heâd borrowed his movements from someone more slender. His hair fell in a long wavy ponytail over the back of his black suit and white shirt. Black, the queenâs color, and Prince Celâs color. A very popular color here at the Unseelie Court. His hair was a green so dark it had black highlights. His eyes were pale green with a starburst in the center around his pupil.
âYou cannot mean to bring human warriors into our land?â
âIf you mean human policeman, yes, that is exactly what I mean to do.â
âYou will open us up to that over the death of one human and the death of a cook?â
âDo you think the death of a human is less important than the death of a sidhe?â I looked him straight in the face and was happy to see that he realized his faux pas. I watched him remember that I was part human.
âWhat is one death, even two, over the damage it will do to our court in the eyes of the world?â He tried to recover, and it wasnât a bad job of it.
âDo you think the death of a cook is less important than the death of a nobleman?â I asked, ignoring his attempt to fix things.
He smiled then, and it was arrogant, and so very Onilwyn. âOf course, I believe that the life of a noble-born sidhe is worth more than the life of a servant, or a human. So would you if you were pure sidhe.â
âThen Iâm glad that Iâm not pure sidhe,â I said. I was angry now, and I fought not to have it translate to power, not to start to glow, and raise the stakes of this fight. âThis servant, whose name happens to be Beatrice, showed me more kindness than most of the nobles of either faerie court. Beatrice was my friend, and if you have nothing more helpful to add than class prejudice, then Iâm sure that Queen Andais can find a use for you back among her guards.â
His skin went from pale whitish green to just white. I felt a swift burst of satisfaction at his fear. Andais had given him to me to bed, and if I didnât bed him, he would suffer. So would I, but in that moment, I wasnât sure I cared.
âHow was I to know she meant anything to you, Princess Meredith?â
âConsider this my only warning to you, OnilwynââI raised my voice so that it carried down the hallwayââand for the rest of you who donât know me. Onilwyn assumed that the death of a servant meant nothing to me.â Some of the men at the far end turned and looked at me. âI spent a great deal of time with the lesser fey while I was at court. Most of my friends here were not among the sidhe. You made it plain that I was not pure-blooded enough for most of you. You have only yourselves to blame, then, that my attitude is a little more democratic than usual for a noble. Think upon that before you say something as foolish to me as Onilwyn just did.â I turned back to the guard in question, and let my voice go lower. âBear all that in mind, Onilwyn, before you open your mouth again, and say something else equally stupid.â
He actually dropped to one knee and bowed his head, though I think that was to hide the anger on his face. âAs my princess bids, so I do.â
âGet up, and go stand somewhere farther away from me.â
Doyle told him to go to the other end of the hallway, and he went, without another word, though the starbursts in his eyes were glittering with his rage.
âI do not agree with Onilwyn,â Amatheon said, ânot completely, but are you truly going to bring in the human police?â
I nodded.
âThe queen will not like it.â
âNo, she wonât.â
âWhy would you risk her anger, Princess?â He seemed to be truly puzzled by that. âI would not risk her anger again for anything, or anyone. Not even my