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Rescue It was a beautiful day outside. A nearly cloudless blue sky bestowed bright sunlight upon everything, enough that the sun’s rays even made it into Kiran’s bedroom. His window was open, a gentle breeze flowing through. The glory of nature was lost on Kiran, who was focused on his homework and regardless never paid much attention to the weather. It wasn’t lost on Vellner, who was eyeing the sunlight enviously from his current spot on Kiran’s desk. Vellner’s jaw clenched briefly before he huffed out a sigh through his nose. “Hey, Kiran?” he tentatively asked, looking up at the human. His shoulders were tense as Kiran’s gaze moved over to him. He wasn’t used to asking for things unless it was part of an argument, since it made him feel even more dependent on humans; but Kiran had shown himself a little more willing to listen after Vellner’s confessions the other day, and the faeling might as well take advantage of it. “Yes?” Kiran asked, raising his eyebrows slightly. He looked

“You remember the rules, mijo?” Fernando Rodríguez, middle aged and five and three quarters inches tall, looked over at his son with the utmost seriousness. Sawyer, his only son, was growing like a weed. The boy was only nine and yet he had already cleared five inches, quite obviously following in his absent mother’s footsteps when it came to height. He followed his fathers literal footsteps, however, as they led towards the vent to the bathroom. Sawyer nodded in response to his father’s reminder, already grinning with excitement. He had been allowed out into the human house with his dad many times since turning nine, but each time still filled him with a quivery mix of anticipation and excitement. “Yeah Dad, I remember!” he promised, his voice hushed but eager. “Stay out of sight, follow your directions, and always pay attention in case there’s trouble.” His father nodded solemnly. “Good,” he replied. “Now listen. Do you hear any trouble?” Sawyer closed his eyes, settling a bit

The party was in full swing. Sleek, expensive cars rolled up to the entrance, their doors opened and keys accepted by waiting valets. Sharply dressed men and elegantly dressed women wandered through various parts of the luxury estate, from the reception area where important people mingled to the grounds overlooking the nearby coast where fountains burbled and people strolled across the manicured paths with drinks in hand. The chatter and wine both flowed freely, meeting gleaming, curated smiles and polite words. Everybody here had connections of some sort, to politics or fame or money older than some countries; everybody wanted more. Including a well-dressed gentleman wearing a tuxedo and a charming smile, who floated through the crowd shaking men’s hands and paying women compliments. He was here to glean what he could from all those connections- after all, the right knowledge could be more powerful than even old money. He could learn a lot from the prime minister who laughed at his

Admissions “Admit it, you missed me.” “I absolutely did not.” Vellner frowned up at Kiran, unsure as ever what could possibly be going through the prince’s head. “What the hell would make you think that I would miss you?” It wasn’t like Kiran had ever been nice to him. Kiran hadn’t even been polite to him. Kiran sniffed disdainfully and eyed Vellner. “Well, you admitted you didn’t favor my brother when you were in his care,” Kiran replied. “I’m obviously the better one, by your own reasoning.” That earned him a baffled look from the faeling on his desk. “In what way does me not liking Allan mean I like you?” Vellner demanded. “That makes no sense at all. I can easily hate you both.” Vellner had more than enough loathing of humans to go around. “Aw, don’t be like that, faeling,” Kiran cajoled. He poked Vellner in the chest, smirking as the faeling stumbled. “I know I’m better at taking care of you than Allan was. He didn’t even seem to care when he had to give you back.” “Oh