To Court a Queen

By H. L. Burke

Devin doesn't want to get married, but he wants to be a frog even less.

Knight errant Devin takes a shortcut through the woods, only to be captured by fairy forces. The fairy queen has run out of breathing males to fight for her hand, and Devin, while not ideal fairy stock, is breathing—for now.

Telling a vain fairy queen you'd rather not be her one true love is a ticket to life on a lilypad, so the knight agrees to face three challenges to win Queen Agalea's hand. When a clever servant girl offers to help him navigate the trials in order to stop the constant bloodshed of the courtship ritual, Devin jumps at the chance.

Cat-Elf Sevaine's only goal in life is to stop Agalea from killing off every male she gets her hands on. When cocky but quick-on-his-feet Devin stumbles into her world, she may finally have a champion who can beat Agalea's cruel games—if she can resist falling in love with him herself.

With Sevaine's help, Devin balances "flirting" with his "beloved" and overcoming tasks specifically designed to kill him. But even if he defeats Agalea's challenges, will happily ever after be possible if he's fallen for his new partner in survival?

• Language: English
• Publisher: H. L. Burke
• Release date: Jul 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223561460

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To Han:

I know.

—Heidi

Chapter One

Devin should’ve never wandered from the path.

As the glinting spear tips of the fairy soldiers lowered towards his chest, he thought back on how he should’ve known better—did know better. However, with daylight fading and his map showing that the path looped around a stretch of land he could easily cut across to get to the human village on the edge of the great forest, he’d listened to his weary feet and hungry belly instead of his common sense. Now, staring at the moonlight glistening on the silver helmets of the fae, he cursed his past self and the bravado that had drawn him from the relative safety of the road in favor of the ever-shifting trees and strange patches of mist beneath them.

He considered going for the short sword at his side. However, considering how swiftly the fairy folk had appeared around him, materializing from the mist itself, he wasn’t foolhardy enough to believe that he could take even one of them down before they skewered him—let alone all twelve. No, his only hope was that they were feeling merciful. Not likely considering the stories of disappearing men and transformed maidens commonly told about the Fairy Wood. Best case scenario, they were feeling sporting and would turn him into a stag to chase down, rather than just kill him outright.

The fairy directly in front of him, the one with the long purple plume on his helmet, lowered his spear. Cold eyes gleamed through the lace-like metal work of the fairy’s visor.

Devin cleared his throat. Look, there’s been a mistake, and it’s my fault, I admit it. I got lost. I wandered into your territory, and I know that’s bad, but trust me, I’m just as eager to get out of here as you are to see me out. To cap off the camaraderie of his words, he added a wink.

The fairy recoiled. You are a man? the fairy said in a high, feminine voice that sent a jolt through Devin. Somehow he hadn’t anticipated female soldiers, even among the fairies.

Last I checked I met the qualifications for that label, yeah. He forced a chuckle. Sure, it was poor lighting, but after a week journeying in the wild with no access to a razor or soap, he felt a little too manly even for his own taste.

The plumed-helmeted fairy sniffed and turned to her companion. We can head back to the palace now. We’ve got one.

Olysa, do you think that’s wise? the second replied, her voice likewise revealing her as female. "He’s human. What will Queen Agalea say?"

"She said to find her a man, Cress. She didn’t specify what race. It’s not like we can afford to be picky at this point." A surprisingly strong hand clamped down on Devin’s shoulders. Now, knowing that the soldiers were all, apparently, female, he briefly considered fighting his way out of it, but even as he weighed his options, the trees about him swayed, their sturdy trunks wobbling like stalks of wheat in a breeze. A prickling sensation crept through his body. His senses blurred, and he had just enough time to curse his past self and his arrogant shortcut one more time before his knees hit the damp grass of the forest floor and all went black.

Devin’s mind regained consciousness far before his body. His eyes remained pasted shut, his muscles limp and useless, and his tongue swollen and dry. The only outside sensation that penetrated his cocoon of senselessness was the disconcerting one of drool running down his own chin. Well, it could be worse. At least it wasn’t other substances running down his trouser leg. After a failed attempt to assert control over his own body, he lay in the dark inside his mind and glumly considered the circumstances that had led him to this fate.

There was the ill-considered shortcut, of course, but if he were honest, that was only the last in a long series of misadventures that had turned him from the sufficient if not promising squire of his youth to the penniless, luckless knight who now found himself marinating in his own saliva. First there had been his choice to go adventuring rather than take up duties at court or go on a nice, respectable crusade. It wasn’t that he had any aspirations towards heroism—his mother liked to tease that he’d been born a cynic—but the idea of being stuck in one place, or maybe worse traveling but not by choice but by command, made his skin itch like the one time he’d rolled in prickle vine during a juvenile fight (the other guy got it worse, and that was all that mattered).

Errant leave had not gone as hoped. A few bad investments—well, gambles—had cost him his horse, his good sword, and most of his travel fund. For every successful or enjoyable adventure he’d stumbled upon, there’d been another that cost him dearly in wealth and comfort, to say nothing of his pride. He’d been on the way home, ready to crawl back to his small family estate, every bit the prodigal, when he’d decided to take one last risk: an innocent shortcut through the woods.

His body hit the ground with a jolt that penetrated his magic-induced stupor and sent his ears ringing like church bells on Christmas morning. He doubted this particular ringing heralded any sort of merriment, however. Putting all his willpower into a single eyelid, he somehow managed to pry one eye open.

His cheek flattened against a cold, smooth surface he suspected to be marble or some other form of polished stone. Whatever it was reflected light into his one open eye and sent it squeezing shut again. His head throbbed in protest.

Is this really all you could find, Captain? a haughty female voice scoffed.

Yes, your majesty, it is, Olysa replied. We searched every settlement within your realm and found no eligible males. If we hadn’t stumbled across this trespasser, we would’ve returned empty-handed.

Which I expressly forbid. The queen’s tone sharpened.

Yes, your majesty, and we would never defy your direct orders. Olysa’s voice dropped to a whimper.

See that you don’t.

Something prodded Devin in the ribs.

He doesn’t look like much. Human, obviously.

I believe so, your majesty, though I haven’t seen one in decades. Most are smart enough to avoid our realm.

The queen laughed. So he’s not just a human, he’s a stupid one. Perfect! Really, Olysa, you couldn’t have chosen a worse candidate for my future consort if you’d tried.

Devin gulped for air. Consort?

I understand, your majesty, but even with a prize such as yourself, the number of men who have died during the trials has the male population spooked. This man, while he may not be the ideal catch, is a stranger to our land. Even when he inevitably fails, seeing that another has taken the challenge might embolden others to do the same.

The blackness around Devin’s mind faded to gray, then white, then with one final effort, he forced his eyes open and stared up at two fairy women. The first wore armor that mostly masked her feminine figure. However, she now held her plumed helmet under one arm, revealing snow-pale skin that glistened like diamonds and long, lavender hair carefully plated into tight braids. Her tapered ears pricked through her purple locks to sway over her head almost like feathers.

At her side stood a woman with similar pale skin, but her hair shone in glittering sapphire waves, held up in a net of silver and diamonds. In contrast to Olysa, she wore a filmy, sleeveless gown the color of water over rocks that left no question of either her femininity or her shapeliness. Most eye-catching, however, were a pair of peacock-patterned wings that rose from her back like the sails of a ship. His throat tightened. Not just a fairy, then, but a powerful sorceress. According to his mother’s stories, as well as the study he’d done before setting off on his adventures, only the most magical of the fairy race could manifest actual wings.

Her pale-blue eyes narrowed at Devin who became acutely aware that he was sprawled on the floor in a messy heap, his cloak wrapped about his body, his face smushed against the floor.

Immediately he tried to rise, but found himself as unsteady as a newborn calf. He floundered to escape his own garments in a way that very much resembled a netted fish trying to flop back to water.

Is he half-witted? Queen Agalea didn’t bother to lower her voice.

Not to my knowledge, my queen. I think it’s just the stupor I put him under to be certain he came peacefully. Olysa knelt and tapped Devin’s forehead. Immediately strength flooded through his limbs.

Hopping to his feet, he pushed back his cloak, revealing clothes that, while travel worn, had once been well-tailored. A twig tumbled out of his hair. He grimaced but resisted the urge to pick through his locks to dislodge any other souvenirs he’d collected from the forest floor.

With at least some of his dignity salvaged, he did his best to scan the room for potential escape routes without turning his head or being too obvious about it. They appeared to be in some sort of foyer. The walls were white wood with pillars of still-living birch trees marking the five corners of the room. In the center sat a throne of braided silver and gold flowers behind which stood two guards, dressed identically to Olysa, only with their helmets still on and spears in their hands, and a woman in a brown dress, notably plain. She carried a platter heaped with fruits, nuts, and a loaf of golden-crusted bread. Devin’s stomach grumbled. He quickly averted his gaze from the food, and accidentally made eye contact with the serving girl.

Her dark eyes pierced him. While still fair, compared to the snow-white fairies, she had a more pinkish tone. Her blond hair was long and a bit unkempt, held back by a single leather cord. Only her ears spoke to her being anything but human, but even those did not resemble the other fairies’. They were long, but not as long, and capped with tufts of golden-brown fur, almost like a wildcat’s. Perhaps some sort of elf? He’d heard that elves could be kinder than fairies, though this one appeared to be here in some sort of servant-role. She probably wouldn’t have the power to help him even if she wanted to.

Well, at least he’s tall. The queen’s words drew his attention away from the servant girl. She stepped closer to him and traced her finger lightly across his jawline. Magic, wild magic not like the scholarly sort practiced by human wizards, hummed in her touch, a quivering, living thing struggling to break free from beneath her skin and ... and what? What was she going to do to him? Devin managed to keep still though his pulse pounded.

She continued her inspection. Nice broad shoulders, too, though the hair— She tugged painfully at a section that had flopped over his forehead. He grunted and flinched away. Ugh, it’s the color of the mud by the river’s bank, and his eyes nearly the same. Why must humans come in such dull shades?

Pride bristling, Devin scowled at her. Well, I guess we can’t all be butterflies. Some of us folks have to be moths.

Her mouth wrinkled. Well, he’ll have to do. After all, if he’s not worthy stuff, he won’t make it past the first challenge.

What challenge? Devin stepped back. Look, I’m sorry I trespassed. As I told your guard, I didn’t mean to, so is there any way we can just forget this whole thing ever happened? I’d like to continue my journey.

She arched an eyebrow. No, you aren’t leaving. With that she spun around, her wings battering his face