{"id":263427,"date":"2026-07-14T14:34:45","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:34:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/hunting-for-his-fairy-queen-charlotte-swan\/"},"modified":"2026-07-14T14:34:45","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:34:45","slug":"hunting-for-his-fairy-queen-charlotte-swan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/hunting-for-his-fairy-queen-charlotte-swan\/","title":{"rendered":"Hunting For His Fairy Queen – Charlotte Swan"},"content":{"rendered":"
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“All I’ve ever wanted is to be human. To be like everyone else. I loathe being different, of having this thing slithering inside me. It repulses me to feel it racing in my veins, spurring me to become something I’m not.” Something like me, the Fairy Queen thinks. Finn huffs through his nose. Shaking his head, golden hair clings to his ears.<\/p>\n

“As enchanting as you are, Queenie, I have no desire to become a fairy. It’s why I risked everything to come through the portal. Why I\u2019m on his deadly mission. I’ll do anything to be rid of this curse.” Curse. Curse. Curse. The word pounds against her skull.<\/p>\n

The Finn who teases her with promises of kisses. The one who touches her shoulder with his as they walk is gone. His actions say one thing while his words reveal another. This is how he sees her kind\u2014she’s her. A curse. A punishment. The idea of being like her repulses him. Does she sicken him?<\/p>\n

Despite what he said, were his words merely for his own amusement? Once he has his wish, he will be gone. She’d never force him to stay. A traitorous part of her hoped that he’d feel conflicted over it. Already, he has burrowed into her foolish heart. She can\u2019t allow him to infect her anymore. If she is a cursed being to him\u2014a monster\u2014then so be it.<\/p>\n

The rage dissipates from his gaze. Golden lashes tickle his cheeks as he blinks rapidly. She steels her spine, tearing her eyes away from his handsome face. It couldn’t have been easy, being raised amongst a different kind. Finn possesses primal magic, and keeping it hidden all these years shows tremendous fortitude. She has compassion for him, but his words cut deep.<\/p>\n

All his light-hearted quips were nothing more than platitudes. Perhaps he thought to win her favor by using flattering words, suggesting that she was weak and lonely enough to grant him a wish without him having to assist her. The thought makes her heart ache and her blood boil.<\/p>\n

She turns on her side, facing away from him. The Fairy Queen does not wish to look at his face tonight, nor rest her magic against him. It would be abhorrent to him anyway. “Arden\u2014” Her muscles stiffen, and she waits to hear him come towards her. Thank the Spirits he remains on his side of the camp.<\/p>\n

Moisture burns her eyes, and she feels ridiculous. She is a queen, not some lovesick youngling. Her realm needs her. Problems of the heart mean nothing while so many suffer.<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Charlotte Swan All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of quotations in a book review.<\/p>\n

For more information, address: authorcharlotteswan@gmail.com. eBook ISBN: 978-1-960615-27-5 Paperback ISBN: 978-1-960615-28-2 Cover Design by Charlotte Swan www.authorcharlotteswan.com Formatted with Vellum OceanofPDF.com If Ferngully was your whole personality as a kid and now you read monster romances, this one is for you\u2026 OceanofPDF.com AUTHOR\u2019S NOTE For a full list of TW\/CW visit my website www.authorcharlotteswan.com.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com E 1 FINN ight-Finger Jack had a tell. Not an obvious one. His eyes didn\u2019t shift away from the cards clutched tightly in his four-fingered hands. Nor did they tremble as he wiped foamy ale from his lips. Jack didn’t fidget with his saltwater-stained shirt or adjust the greasy black hair off his sunburned neck. The deception lay in his confidence. Only a man who knew he was going to win bet the glittering towers of gold piled up before him.<\/p>\n

The sight made me smile and toss in my last remaining silvers. “All in, Finn? Risky.” My lips compress at his words. Normally, I wouldn’t care about Eight-Finger Jack’s cheating, but it was my gold he was currently in possession of. Gold, I would need to make my stay in Castaway’s Landing comfortable. It had taken eight weeks of rough seas to locate the Honey Pot and take all the treasure trapped inside her ruined vessel.<\/p>\n

The royal ship had run aground on a small sugar island that was absent on all maps except one depicting defunct trading routes. I had the good fortune to find the ancient chart amongst a fruitful pillage last year. The shimmering emeralds and sapphires wink at me from the other end of the worn velvet cover table. Eight-Finger Jack’s eyes glow, shuffling his bent cards with calloused fingers. I hadn\u2019t survived shivers of sharks, pirate vessels with their impressive arsenals, and the alluring call of sirens to lose my treasures to a cheat.<\/p>\n

The barmaid comes over in a swirl of teal skirts and secretive smiles. I nearly groan at the scent of her vanilla perfume. It rises above the fragrance of sweating men and briny air like a delicious cloud. My crewmates have already absconded inside the countless brothels across the island while I deal with Jack’s sticky fingers. Once I double my winnings, I promise to visit fair Merigold at the Silk Pillow.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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