More Than a Princess

  THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO KIM, ELLIE, KEVIN,

  SOPHIE, VICTORIA, AND ALL MY FANS, WHOSE

  ENTHUSIASM KEEPS ME WRITING.

  Also by E. D. Baker

  THE TALES OF THE FROG PRINCESS:

  The Frog Princess

  Dragon’s Breath

  Once Upon a Curse

  No Place for Magic

  The Salamander Spell

  The Dragon Princess

  Dragon Kiss

  A Prince among Frogs

  The Frog Princess Returns

  Fairy Wings

  Fairy Lies

  TALES OF THE WIDE-AWAKE PRINCESS:

  The Wide-Awake Princess

  Unlocking the Spell

  The Bravest Princess

  Princess in Disguise

  Princess between Worlds

  The Princess and the Pearl

  Princess Before Dawn

  A Question of Magic

  THE FAIRY-TALE MATCHMAKER:

  The Fairy-Tale Matchmaker

  The Perfect Match

  The Truest Heart

  The Magical Match

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter 1

  “Now open your eyes,” King Carrigan commanded.

  Aislin gasped when she saw the glamour that her father had created. Nearly all her senses told her that she and all the other children who lived in the castle were perched on small, puffy clouds high in the sky, looking down at the mountains below.

  “Look at that!” her little brother, Timzy, said, pointing at something on the ground.

  Aislin glanced over the side of her cloud and saw that he was pointing at their very own castle nestled in the forest, its white walls glowing in the last sunlight of the day. She turned to Timzy and smiled when he gushed, “That’s our home! I’ve never seen it from this high before. Thank you, Papa. This is wonderful!”

  It was Timzy’s seventh birthday, and their father had created an extra-special glamour for the party. King Carrigan of Eliasind was such a powerful fairy that the glamour was thoroughly convincing, even down to the cold damp of the clouds beneath them and the warmth of the sun on their backs.

  “This is so beautiful!” said Poppy, a red-haired fairy, from the cloud beside Aislin’s. “I’ve never been this high up before. My wings aren’t strong enough to carry me this far.”

  Poppy was the same age as Aislin; she had lived in the castle all her life and had been Aislin’s closest friend since the days when they played together as toddlers. Poppy had come into her fairy abilities just a few months before, and though Aislin was happy for her friend, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy every time she saw Poppy get small and sprout wings.

  Aislin was half fairy, but she couldn’t do many of the things that fairies could do. Though she was proud of both sides of her heritage, sometimes it really bothered her that she was more pedrasi than fairy; her strongest connection was to the ground, not the sky. More than anything, she wished that she could fly! Pedrasi often joked that they had stone dust in their veins. Aislin wondered if it was true, and if it was actually weighing her down, preventing her from doing all the things she wanted to do.

  A flock of birds flew below them, unaware of its audience. The sun was setting to the east, the darkness sweeping toward the mountains. Some of the children laughed and clapped their hands as a griffin flew past, looking surprised to see people so high in the sky. When Aislin turned to the north, where the land between the mountains stretched into the distance, she could see past her parents’ kingdom, Eliasind, to the mountain called Deephold where her pedrasi grandparents lived. A flash of light caught her eye as the sun’s rays reflected off Fairengar, the fairies’ crystal palace, far off at the northernmost point. Although Aislin knew this was all an illusion, it seemed so real!

  As the clouds drifted above the landscape, something else caught Aislin’s eye.

  She turned to her father. The golden-haired king appeared to be standing on a cloud with Aislin’s mother, enjoying the looks of wonder on the children’s faces. “What is that just past the mountains?” Aislin asked, pointing at the green hills that lay to the south of the mountain range.

  “That’s Scarmander,” her father replied. “And that’s Morain,” he added, pointing to the east.

  “Are those human kingdoms, Your Highness?” asked Bim, the tiny sprite boy.

  “They are,” said the king. “Even before the fairies left the human world, those two kingdoms were always declaring war on each other.” The children shuddered.

  “What if the humans see us up here?” asked a little fairy girl seated next to Aislin.

  “They can’t …,” Aislin began, but Timzy was already getting to his feet.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you!” the little boy cried. “I’m not afraid of any silly old humans.”

  As children stood, following the example of their young prince, King Carrigan laughed. “Enough of that!” he said. “I hear we have some other entertainment waiting for you.”

  Suddenly the glamour of the clouds dissolved and the children found themselves back in the Great Hall, with their parents’ smiling faces all around them. At a signal from the king, four pedrasi men strode into the center of the hall and began to juggle brightly colored stones. Even without seeing them up close, Aislin could sense that the stones were rubies, emeralds, and citrines.

  Aislin knew all four men; like many of the adults there, they worked in the castle. Some had come with Maylin, Aislin’s mother and pedrasi princess, when she had married the fairy prince. More pedrasi arrived after Maylin and Carrigan were made king and queen of their own kingdom, Eliasind. Still others had joined the household over the years as word spread of the welcome all fey received at the mixed court.

  Aislin and the other children laughed when a tiny fairy riding a wren intercepted a stone and carried it off. The pedrasi men continued to juggle, pretending to be upset as their stones disappeared, “stolen” by one small fairy after another. When the jugglers were down to one stone apiece, they gave up and took their bows to loud applause.

  A pair of full-sized fairies took their place, calling for volunteers. After choosing a pedrasi boy, a fairy girl, and an ogre brother and sister, they turned the children into frogs, delighting the others as they hopped around. The children sat entranced as the fairies caught the frogs and turned them into butterflies, then doves, and finally back into children again. The rest of the enraptured audience demanded their turns, each shouting out which animal they would like to be. Aislin laughed when all the sprites wanted to be dragons.

  She sat back, content to watch the younger children enjoy themselves. As she looked around the hall, just seeing the looks of delight on all the different faces made her happy. Green-skinned nymphs with vines twined in their hair clapped and shouted encouragement. Coarse-featured ogres, who each stood over eight feet tall, roared with laughter when an ogre boy became a bumblebee and buzzed past. Seven-inch-tall sprites swung from the banners hanging from the ceiling, calling out suggestions to the fairies. Their tiny children were dragons for less than a minute; their turns ended when th
ey started breathing fire.

  Aislin noticed that both the pedrasi and the fairies were beaming at the joy on their children’s faces. It was easy to tell one group from the other. The pedrasi, the people of the mountains, were shorter and sturdier than the fairykind. Few stood over four and a half feet tall. Their dense bones and powerful muscles made them strong enough to lift heavy rocks, and their large pupils allowed them to see in the almost-absolute dark of the caverns that were their ancestral homes. All full-blooded pedrasi had dark hair, and their fair skin bronzed readily when they left the depths of their caverns to live in the sunlight of the land between the mountains.

  Although the pedrasi were generally a handsome people, they weren’t nearly as attractive as the ethereal fairies. Aislin’s father’s kin stood taller than six feet when full-sized, and had the ability to shrink small enough to ride a wren. When fairies made themselves tiny, they sprouted butterfly-like wings from between their shoulder blades, enabling them to fly. Their wings were only strong enough to carry them short distances, to be true, but still they reveled in the magic, flitting about through the castle and forest. When they were full-sized, the fairies’ narrow bones made them fragile looking, but this was deceptive, because they were actually quite strong. To some, fairies’ long, thin fingers, narrow faces, distinctly colored eyes, and pointed ears made them look striking, though Aislin considered them as normal as the sturdier pedrasi. All fairies were beautiful; Queen Surinen, the queen of the fairies and Aislin’s grandmother, was said to be the most beautiful of all.

  Aislin was flattered when told that she looked like her grandmother, though she knew it wasn’t exactly true. While they both had dark hair and violet eyes, the fairy queen’s features were more delicate and refined. Aislin’s face wasn’t nearly as narrow and her ears didn’t have pointed tips. Her pedrasi side made her body sturdier and her figure nicely rounded (all the better to fend off the chill of the mountains, Aislin thought). She also had the large pedrasi pupils that many found so attractive, but that made bright light almost painful to absorb. One thing that she certainly had in common with her grandmother was that they were both even more beautiful when they smiled.

  Aside from such marked similarities to her grandmother, Aislin was unique.

  As Aislin turned her attention back to the festivities, the last child had been given a turn to try a different animal form and the pedrasi cook was stepping forward. Calling out in a ringing voice, Cook announced, “I hope you’re ready for supper, children, because the feast is ready for you!”

  The little ones cheered, though the voices of the adult sprites were even louder as everyone hurried to move the tables and benches back to their normal places. When the room was ready and each guest had taken his or her seat, the servers appeared, carrying in course after course. The food was as delightfully varied as the attendees. There were berries and greens for the nymphs, crunchy grain for the lone satyr, hearty stews and root vegetables for the pedrasi, honeyed blossoms and fresh fruit for the fairies, and broiled sturgeon for the ogres. The creamy custards, flaky pastries, and berry-filled pies were supposed to be for everyone, but the sprites ate most of the desserts.

  The sprites who finished early scurried up the tapestries decorating the walls, scampering along the exposed beams of the ceilings and shimmying down the banners that fluttered above the tables. Some of the more mischievous among them started to throw their weight back and forth, making the banners sway. No one minded much—that is, until they launched themselves onto the tables, doing flips and somersaults on their way down, and landing on half-filled platters, in people’s laps, and into freshly refilled tankards. When one fell into the bowl of stew in front of an ogre, splashing him full in the face, the ogre’s roar was enough to shake the hall. The sprites didn’t stop playing, though, until the servers brought out the birthday cakes, ablaze with candles.

  Spotting the cakes, the sprites descended on the servers. The cook was ready for them, however, and she shooed them away. “I know you lot snuck into the kitchen and licked the icing off the little cakes!” she said. “So those are all yours. I already put more icing on them and they’re waiting for you at your table. Now off with you, and no more of this foolishness!”

  The sprites continued to eye the bigger cakes even as they returned to their table, but their grumbling stopped when they spotted the tiny cakes waiting for them. They started gobbling their cakes as if they hadn’t eaten in weeks.

  The rest of the cake was eaten nearly as quickly, with birthday boy Timzy getting a piece as big as the ogres’ share. Timzy and Aislin were still eating their slices when their pedrasi tutor, Nurlue, stood up. At five foot two, he was taller than most pedrasi, and he had an impressively full salt-and-pepper beard that covered much of his chest.

  “Since I have you all together,” Nurlue said, glancing from one child to the next, “I believe that this is a good time for a lesson.”

  While the children groaned, their parents grinned. Aislin set down her fork and leaned forward to watch Nurlue.

  “Because we have a new family in our midst, we have planned a small demonstration of pedrasi abilities,” he said, bowing to the ogre family who had only recently moved in. “I understand that you moved here from a cave near Fairengar. Few pedrasi live in that area, so you may not know much about us. If I tell you that we have ‘rock magic,’ you still may not know what I mean, so we’re going to give you an idea of what we can do. Your Majesty, if you would care to go first?”

  The queen smiled as she left the dais and strode to the middle of the hall. “I’d like all the children to join me here,” she said, and waited while they gathered around her. When the children were seated, she continued. “Those who aren’t familiar with our court might think that I, as queen, do nothing more than sit on a throne giving orders or retire to my chamber to embroider, but that is not the case. Everyone in Eliasind helps out, including me. Does anyone have any aches or pains today?”

  The children turned to look at each other to see who would answer. Finally, Poppy spoke up, saying, “I burned my hand helping in the kitchen yesterday.”

  Because Poppy was still a child, she didn’t have a job, but she did help out wherever she could. It was an excellent way to figure out what she liked doing so she could pick the job she wanted when it was time.

  Queen Maylin gestured to the fairy girl, who made her way between the other children until she reached the queen. When Poppy stuck out her hand, Aislin could see the bright-red mark on her palm. Queen Maylin held her own hand over it so they were almost, but not quite, touching. The queen closed her eyes, and everyone held their breath in anticipation. Aislin glanced at the stone floor. She could feel a trickle of power flowing into her mother, drawn from the stone itself. When she looked up, a warm pink light had enveloped the two hands.

  The light faded away and the queen smiled at Poppy. “Is that better?” Queen Maylin asked the fairy girl.

  Poppy flexed her hand and nodded. “Much better,” she replied. “The burn is gone, like it was never there! Thank you so much.”

  “Is there anyone else who needs my help?” the queen asked as Poppy returned to stand beside Aislin.

  “My wrist hurts,” said an ogre boy.

  “I have a tummy ache,” groaned Bim.

  “That’s because you ate so many cakes!” his father called from the banner overhead.

  Everyone who knew Bim laughed, aware of his insatiable appetite for sweets.

  A line formed as a few other children proclaimed their aches and pains. It didn’t take long for the queen to heal them as well. The party guests applauded as Queen Maylin returned to the dais.

  Once again Nurlue stepped forward. “Fluric, Dinsel, if you wouldn’t mind demonstrating?”

  Two young pedrasi men walked to the middle of the hall carrying buckets filled with rocks. While Fluric poured the rocks out onto the floor, Dinsel put on a blindfold. Fluric checked Dinsel’s blindfold to make sure he really couldn’t see, then
turned to the crowd in the hall. “I need a volunteer,” he said, choosing Timzy when the young prince’s hand shot up.

  Timzy hurried to the man’s side and looked up at him expectantly.

  “Please pick up a rock and place it in Dinsel’s hands, Your Grace,” said Fluric.

  Timzy took his time picking up a rock.

  “Granite,” the blindfolded man announced.

  Fluric took a closer look at the rock. “It is,” he announced.

  Timzy handed Dinsel another rock.

  “Quartz,” Dinsel declared.

  “That’s right,” Fluric said after looking at it.

  They went through a dozen rocks that way, with Timzy picking them up randomly and Dinsel getting each one right. After Dinsel declared that another rock was also granite, he took off his blindfold and bowed to Timzy. “Thank you for your help, Your Grace.”

  Timzy grinned and turned to sit down, but Dinsel stopped him. “Just a moment, Your Grace. Please stay right there.” Holding the rock high, Dinsel turned so that everyone could see it. “Granite is very special to me. When I need it, I can draw great strength from granite.” Dinsel, still holding the rock, walked up to an ogre seated on a chair and picked up the chair, ogre and all. Everyone in the hall clapped.

  “Nearly everyone who is at least part pedrasi has a kind of rock that is special to them. We have determined that Prince Timzy’s is lapis lazuli. Your Grace, we would like to present this amulet to you. Your pedrasi side will let you tap into the stone when the need arises. Nurlue will teach you how to use it as part of your lessons.”

  “Thank you!” Timzy said, his face lighting up as he took the blue amulet dangling from a heavy gold chain. Aislin guessed that he could already feel at least some connection with the stone.

  He was on his way to sit with the other children when the fairy woman Larch approached him. Larch was tall and thin, with pure white hair and skin that might have belonged to a very young woman, although everyone knew that she’d once been Queen Maylin’s nursemaid and was incredibly old. Like all fairies, she was beautiful, but she had kinder eyes than most and always seemed to know what children were thinking. She had been Aislin and Timzy’s nursemaid when they were little, too, and still spent her time looking out for them.