Rosalia
Freedom. I’ve dreamt of its taste my entire life. My grandmother prophesied of a day when a pixie would rise to the throne and reclaim Neverhaven, rejuvenating the land with her power.
But then I spent most of my life cleaning commodes and dusting after small-dicked rulers who pretended I was invisible.
If only they knew what really ran through my veins, they wouldn’t disregard me.
No, they’d probably drain me for every lost drop.
That’s why it’s been better to keep my pixie origins a secret.
Just like my entire lineage had done for the past hundred years.
But now the time of hiding is over. A pixie sits on the throne of Neverhaven. Out in the open, with the two rightful heirs as her dogs.
It’s finally time to claim the life of my dream—peace amongst the flowers.
No more servitude. At least that’s what I thought.
Belle, the blonde-haired pixie with an amazing arse and a mouth that surely would have gotten her killed without it, asks me to play a powerless maid for a little while longer.
I’ve spent my whole life operating in the shadows, passing secrets to rebel leaders in an attempt to bring down the oppressive regime.
I’m used to the role, yet find it no less bothersome.
Especially when my pixie queen tells me that I’ll be serving under one of Neverhaven’s most insufferable rakes—one of the Pans’ lost boys who spends all his time drunk and causing havoc.
With the abrupt end to the Darlings' power, servitude has replaced slavery.
Most of the nobility do not take kindly to this shift, wanting to hoard their wealth.
Many have spirited away to smaller islands surrounding Neverhaven, hoping to keep their free labor hidden before their Darlings can be broken through their death—the only way if their blood isn't freely given.
I must find these stowaways. I’d want someone to do the same for me. I’ll do whatever it takes, even sleeping with the enemy. I guess it helps that he—and his friends who are always around—are easy on the eyes.