The Outcast Prince
Court of Annwyn - 1
by
Shona Husk
For my children. Youre never too old for fairies.
Caspian trailed his finger along the wooden mirror frame. Was the piece an antique or a clever fake?
One touch was enough to confirm the mirror was old, made by hand well over a century ago. As he examined the Rococo workmanship, he caught a brief movement beyond the sky that was reflected in the glass. If he looked closer and concentrated on the shadowy movements that normal humans didnt see, hed be able to glimpse the fairy world of Annwyn. Now there was a surprise. Was the glass enchanted or fairy-made? Was it the mirror the fairies were looking for?
Caspian drew his hand back casually so as not to attract attention. The garage sale wasnt the place to examine it further. He deliberated for a couple of heartbeats, then decided acquiring it would be worth the risk.
A blue fairy wren fluttered around him and then landed on top of the mirror, drawn by the magic.
What can you tell me about the mirror? he asked the seller. He tried to sound only vaguely interested. He glanced at his watch, making sure he still had time to investigate and hagglealthough for a mirror like this hed make time and be late to his meeting. Not that he liked showing up late.
The woman shrugged. It was my moms. I thought shed gotten rid of it years ago. But no, it was shoved in the back of her wardrobe, along with shoes she hadnt worn for twenty years.
Caspians eyebrows rose. She didnt like it?
Said it gave her the creeps. The woman shooed the wren off the mirror.
He could understand that. Having a mirror that looked into the fairy world was bound to be unsettling. Ill give you four hundred even for the mirror and these iron sconces. He grasped the metal, ignoring the jolt of pain the iron sent through his system. No wonder fairies hated the stuff. Given the uncertain situation in Annwyn at the moment, having a bit of extra iron around the house wouldnt be a bad thing.
The woman gave him a closer look. Who are you buying the mirror for?
Caspian smiled. There was a touch of the fairy in the womans family even if they were trying to bury it. My ex-wifes birthday.
It wasnt her birthday, and he wasnt buying it for her, but if the woman knew what the mirror was really worthboth in human and possibly fairy termsshe may not want to sell it so cheaply.
The fairy wren returned and danced along the top of the frame, hopping and turning. Their name didnt come from their diminutive size the way most people thought; their name came from the fact that they were drawn to all things fairy.
This time, the reflection on the mirror showed a tall, thin man standing on the other side of the road. Beautiful but gaunt, fairy but not one of the Courta Grey. Caspian blinked and glanced away. He turned a fraction, expecting to see the man still watching, but the Grey was gone.
A wren, a Grey, and a mirror with a connection to Annwyn. He should be walking away. But hed heard of a hunt for something called the Window. According to rumor, it was a portal between the human and fairy worldsand it was right here in Charleston. Every time he saw a mirror, Caspian checked to see if it was fairy-made. As much as he hated getting involved in fairy politics, even he knew how disastrous it could be if the Window fell into the wrong hands: a Greys hands.
He forced his gaze back to the woman as if hed seen nothing to worry him. As if hed never noticed the banished fairy. Hed learned long ago to pretend he never saw them. His gaze would drift past, but never stop. His heart, however, responded to the surge of adrenaline kicking through his system.
There was nothing more dangerous, or desperate, than a Grey. A fairy banished from Court had nothing to lose, and banishment was a slow way to die, a wasting of strength and beauty until he literally faded away. As a changeling, Caspian got to live and die like a mortal.
Four hundred and fifty, the woman said.
His phone beeped a reminder about his meeting. Caspian briefly considered trying to bargain her down, but he didnt want to stand around waiting for the Grey to come back.
He nodded. Okay.
She smiled at her win, no doubt wishing shed asked for more.
He hadnt come here expecting to find anything quite so valuable, or so dangerous. Would it be ethical to sell an enchanted mirror to an unsuspecting buyer?
The skin between his shoulder blades prickled with cold despite the sunny spring day, and the little blue wren came back to dance on the furniture in the womans driveway. Was it heralding the return of the Grey? If so, was the Grey drawn to the woman or him or the mirror? God, he hoped it was the woman, not the mirror. He didnt really want anything to do with a fairy, banished or otherwise. Those of the Court were just as much trouble, if not more, and infinitely more powerful. He gathered his purchases and walked back to his car, but he didnt see the Grey again.
The drive across town was uneventful. No wrens, no Greys. Just him and the mirror and the whisper of music that came straight from the Court and made him want to pull the car over, peel back the layers of wrapping, and gaze into its surface. But the prospect of viewing the infamous Callaway House urged him on.
It was a job hed almost turned down. After his divorce, hed needed any extra money he could get doing valuations for insurance and estates to get back on his feet. These days, he could pick and choose. And normally he chose not to value estates because inevitably he felt like an interloper. But Callaway House was more than a bunch of antiques. With just one touch, the house would come to life again. Hed be able to see the parties, the dealmakers, and the intimate moments that went on behind closed doors in the former plantation home. Like all fairies, he had a vicious streak of curiosity that couldnt be ignoredthat was why he had a mirror connected to Annwyn in his car even though he knew better than to get mixed up in anything fairy.
The wrought-iron gates to the estate hung open, but they looked like they hadnt closed in years. The whole house had an air of decay about it: a faded Southern belle trying to hang onto her looks and failing. It had been many decades since Callaway House had been respectable. He parked the car and took a moment to gather his thoughts and make sure that when he walked in he wasnt immediately overwhelmed by the past.
He ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. It was time to find out what was rumor and what was truth.
* * *
Lydia walked through the house, still expecting Gran to call out or appear around the corner. But the house was silent. Not even its colorful history could bring life into the empty rooms. Her chest tightened. She couldnt do this. She couldnt let a stranger wander round and itemize everything and assign a value. While the will had clearly stated the shares and other funds were to go to her mother, everything still had to be assessed. Damn it. In Lydias mind Helen didnt deserve anything; she had denied her family long ago. But Gran had obviously felt differently about her only daughter.
Lydia swiped at a tear that trickled down her cheek. The house was all that was left of Gran, of her whole family. She stood frozen in the front room. This was where shed found Gran sitting on the sofa, glass of wine on the coffee table, TV on, not breathing.
A knock on the front door forced her back to reality. Lydia took a moment and a breath before opening the door, then braced herself for the greedy eyes and half-hidden glee at being allowed inside Callaway House.
The man on the doorstep was nothing like shed expected. After talking to him on the phone, shed imagined the deep voice belonged to an old manyet he wasnt old. He was tallthey were eye to eye even though he was down a step, with dark hair that wasnt quite curly or straight. However it was his eyes that were stunning, the palest of greens, but not cold like ice.