The Village Maid: A Fairy Tale with Benefits: Sylvania, #2
By Jane Buehler
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She's gone from riches to rags…
Once a castle courtier, Avianna now toils as a laundry maid. She owes the landlady two moons' rent, and she's destroying her one asset—her looks. Her best and only plan to escape poverty is to lure hapless Jeb Doolihan into marriage.
Jeb's handsome and rich… and boring. And Avianna can't stop thinking about her new friend in the village, the humble fairy Thorn. Thorn actually talks to her, unlike most men. He's teaching her to read. And now he's starting to look far too attractive.
But Thorn's a fairy. And fairies can cast love spells.
Avianna is determined to resist his charms and pursue her goal. Thorn doesn't fit the picture of the secure life she's always wanted. But when they escape together from a pirate invasion, that picture starts to change.
The Village Maid is a relatable story in a lighthearted setting with fun magic—the perfect escape. If you like Sophie Kinsella novels, but wish they had fairies and magic, The Village Maid is for you. The Village Maid contains love scenes. The Village Maid can be read on its own but may contain spoilers for the previous book in the series.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Ok, I'm not sure what I was expecting with this book, but it read like a YA novel but with decidedly more mature themes than YA.Avianna used to be a castle courtier but is now a laundry maid. She dreams of escaping poverty by luring a wealthy man into marriage. Meanwhile, her fairy friend Thorn always has her back and is a true friend. I'm not spoiling the plot by saying that in the end Avianna and Thorn end up together because she finally realizes that her ideal mate was in front of her all this time. This is a traditional storyline -- and there's nothing wrong with that. The problem was that Avianna was so incredibly shallow and prejudiced (all she wants in a man is muscles and good looks, and he has to be human, etc.). Even when she starts to acknowledge her own feelings for Thorn, she tries to tamp them down by telling herself that a fairy could never make a good lifelong mate. Nevermind that Thorn is pretty much perfect.I guess I just found Avianna so irritating that I had trouble enjoying the story. The plotline itself was entertaining, especially after throwing in a pirate attack, and Avianna sort-of redeems herself in the end, but I still didn't like her and wanted Thorn to end up with a nicer girl. LOL
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Some romances are for me others are not. This was sadly a not. I wanted it to be but I will be taking a break from romances again
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5So this one was both a hit and a miss for me. The premise is a really great "mean girl/gold digger goes good" and "love was in front of you all along" story. I'm really into that type of thing and I think that is where this book really shines. Its a slow burn and I like that. However the part that missed with me was Avianna, she was extraordinarily shallow. As someone who was valued and valued herself by her looks you'd think she'd know what its like to get written off for your looks. You'd think she's have learned to look deeper, but nope. I also was a little confused by the world. Its got a semi-medieval feel, and marriage bonds seem to be a must, but at the same time you can also work for a living instead. Idk maybe it was just viewing it through Avianna's eyes that was kind of throwing it off for me. The overall takeaway is that the book is good, but not great. Avianna kinda brings her own story down.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Avianna once lived in the castle, surrounded by handsome landowners, princes, and wealth. Her only goal was to marry well and be taken care of for the rest of her life, but she was having too much tumbling all the eligible men to settle down. When the castle fell, Avianna was left penniless. She found work as laundress but is still looking for her prince charming to lift her out of poverty. She will bed every man in town if that is what it takes to find him. Thorn is just about the only man she won't tumble, and he's not quite a man, he's a fairy. He's just a good friend who looks out for her, he's even teaching her to read and keeping her safe from scorned ex lovers. But what if being a friend is just the beginning of what he wants. He wouldn't stoop so low as to place a love spell on her, would he? A well imagined fantasy world with flawed and fun characters. Lots of steamy moments and adventure. I need to read the first book in this series!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The second in a fantasy-romance series from Jane Buehler, The Village Maid focuses on Avianna, a woman who knows what she wants and is not afraid to use her looks and sex appeal to get it. She isn't used to hard work, having been expelled from the castle after a revolution overthrowing the king. Who wouldn't want to find someone to take care of them?While I appreciated the sex-positive viewpoint, Avianna comes across as sort of a "mean girl" -- self-centered, unappreciative of her friends and colleagues. Made it harder to connect with her and root for her to find her HEA with her to-be-lovemate Thorn (a fairy with minor magical aspects). Some plot points could have been resolved earlier if she'd just asked the right questions, or talked to people a little better. The pirate invasion came a little bit out of left field. I did appreciate how Avianna grew and changed over her journey, and the political revolution aspect in a fantasy setting was surprising to me. Could be fleshed out a little better, but an intriguing setting.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I received this book as part of the LT early reviewers program and was quite excited when I received it. This story seemed like it would be right up my alley and in some ways it was. Unfortunately, I had a hard time really engaging with it as I found I didn't like the female protagonist, Avi. I did enjoy Thorn's character, but again struggled to find the chemistry I was hoping for. I am sure a lot of readers of this genre will absolutely adore this book and I hope many folks give it a try. Books are so subjective and If you liked Nesta from ACOTAR, this one might be for you.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
2.5 stars
I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Everything she'd had was gone, thanks to the sodding revolution.
Second in the Sylvania series, The Village Maid stars Avianna, the castle mean girl from book one. I haven't read the first in the series and clearly I missed a revolution started by a Princess, some peasants, and fairies. It seems to be a democratic revolution that hit the land where the royal ruling class is now more on equal footing with the working class. While it's obvious that I missed a lot, I thought the author did a great job working in little summaries throughout the story, instead of beginning info dumping, to give new readers a pretty good idea of past events and why Avianna is now working as a laundry maid as she bemoans how fabulous her life was in the caste.
What would it be like to be with someone like Thorn---quiet and polite, and always thinking about her?
In the beginning, Avianna can come off as a pill, she is constantly complaining about having to work and how she just wants to meet me a man to life bond with and have him take care of her while she sits in the lap of luxury. This surface Avianna slowly gets scraped away as the story, told throughout from her perspective, reveals more about her background and hidden hurts and truths. When we first meet Avianna she has just tumbled a man in a room above a pub and is thinking about the men she has been tumbling in search of someone to life bond her. She comes off very mercenary, when we learn more about her past and how she lied about her family background to get into the castle and closer to the opportunities she wanted in life, I found myself liking how she was a hustler, something heroines don't always get to be.
A Fairy love spell, Avianna thought in shock.
The author describes this book as cozy fantasy romance and after years of being burned by misleading categories, I was pleasantly surprised at how much those descriptors fit this. If you're a frequent reader of cozies, it will probably take a little bit of adjusting to how much “tumbling” is discussed here, think of this as cozy sex positive with a lot of talking about it but only a few foreplay and bedroom scenes. The cozy, constantly talking of tumbling, and how Avianna wants a big, muscly, rich boy, swirled together to give this kind of a immature tone to me, I don't know, maybe a New Adult feel. Avianna is twenty but she talked more like a high-schooler. While Avianna is looking for love in all the wrong places, she frequently gets help from her friend Thorn. Thorn is the quietly good guy friend in glasses and suspenders and oh, a fairy. You'll want to shake Avianna every time she dismisses Thorn because he doesn't have muscles.
With all the men she'd tumbled, no one had ever touched her like that---like it was all about her.
There's a lot of Avianna thinking about finding men to tumble so she can get life bonded, which will hopefully pull her from her current destitute position. This takes place in a medieval-ish time period (modern vernacular), so combined with lack of opportunities for women and Avianna's past of con artist parents that gave her a stressful and tense past, if you don't appreciate her hustler mentality, you can at least understand it. As Thorn helps and sticks up for Avianna more and more, she does start to see him in a different light but then childishly ascribes her feelings to him putting a fairy love spell on her. Avianna is a bit of a frustrating character.
What if she started over? What if she had a blank page---what would she write on it?
Mostly Avianna is trying to find love and then dealing with her burgeoning feelings for Thorn while all set against a backdrop of people feeling a bit lost after the revolution, pirates coming to town to enact some skullduggery, Avianna's parents making a surprise appearance, and some secondary characters to fill out the world and town. Everything here is more along the lines of soft, we don't get too in depth anywhere, the world-building or characterizations, besides Avianna. Thorn was really more sketched, you'll think he's sweet but he'll flicker out of your memory pretty quickly. I spent more time wanting Avianna to open her eyes to Thorn than enjoying them together but they did have some foreplay scenes, which sometimes I think romance can bypass in favor of right away penetrative sex (Thorn is a virgin but a reader!). I loved the map at the beginning of the story, every fantasy should have one and I enjoyed how the author tried something fresh with cozy and fantasy in the romance genre. If you're ok with not going into depth, some immaturity vibes, but looking to land somewhere soft with your reading choice, this would be good new pick-up.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Avianna wants to bond with a man and The Village Maid opens with her on that exact mission.The Village Maid is a fairytale, slow-burn, friends-to-lovers romance about a woman looking in all the wrong places for a love. Avianna was a bit unlikeable for me at times, her character really took a while to grow on me and even at the end of the book, I wasn't completely sure I liked her. Thorn, on the other hand, was the most loveable character. He was the perfect counter-part to Avianna and her shenanigans.Being the second in a series, I imagine it would've been a bit easier for me to get into the story if I'd read the first book, BUT each book can be read standalone. There were a few references I think to the first book, but nothing that was completely confusing, thankfully. Once I got into the flow of the writing and the created world, I definitely enjoyed The Village Maid and plan to read the first book, The Forest Bride.Thank you to Jane Buehler via LibraryThing for the ARC to read and honestly review!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I'm sorry, I could not read this. I slogged my way through to the first dance and couldn't take it any more - skimmed to the end and that's nice but not worth the rest. If I had read The Forest Bride and knew these people and place (I learned from the afterword) I might have had an easier time; as it was, the book was populated almost entirely by idiots and a-holes (mean girls included in both) as far as I read. Our protagonist not only explicitly says she misses being "the mean girl" - by which she apparently means, able to torment others with impunity, rather than being tormented herself as well - but has determined that what she's doing doesn't work, tells herself she needs to change...and goes right on doing the same thing, over and over and... Thorn is the only decent person as far as I read...and the path of the story is really obvious. OK, I wasn't exactly expecting pirates (I was thinking the tea would cause the trigger that would force her out of her rut) but who she ends up with is obvious almost from the start. The writing is excellent, the characters have considerable depth - it's just not depths I can tolerate. Not for me; others may enjoy it quite a lot.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I received the Village Maid through LibraryThing's Early Reviewers so thank you to them and Jane Buehler for sending me a copy.Overall I found the story to be delightful and fun. If you're looking for a feel-good, fantasy story with a little bit of spice then I think you'll really enjoy this book. While Avianna starts off as mean and unlikable you really grow to love her and emphasis with her struggles to trust in a world that has not treated her kindly. And Thorn is just perfect, where can I get myself a kind, book loving fairy boyfriend like him?The completionist in me also had to pick up the first book in this series, The Forest Bride, and I would highly recommend doing it as well. This can be read as a standalone but reading the first gives you a more rounded picture of why our characters are in the situations they are and give you a background on how the world is set up.The story is face paced and an easy escape into a cute fantasy world. I'm looking forward to the next installment from Buehler.
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The Village Maid - Jane Buehler
The Village Maid
The Sylvania Series
The Forest Bride
The Village Maid
The Ocean Girl (coming in 2023)
The Woodland Stranger (coming in 2024)
The Village Maid
A Fairy Tale with Benefits
Jane Buehler
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Published by Emily Jane Buehler
PO Box 1285, Hillsborough, NC 27278 USA
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2022 Emily Jane Buehler
Cover illustration © 2022 by Cory Podielski
Cover design by Cory Podielski
Book design by Emily Jane Buehler
Author photograph © 2018 by Cory Podielski
The Village Maid (Sylvania Book 2) / Emily Jane Buehler
ISBN (print): 978-1-957350-00-4
ISBN (ebook): 978-1-957350-01-1
Library of Congress Control Number: 2021925520
In loving memory of my first team:
Momcat, Cheeky, Squeaky, Betty,
and Scruffy
Table of Contents
Map
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Three moons later
A Note from the Author
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Map
A map of Central Sylvania showing the village of Woodglen on the coast with the Harbor to the east. A ship is out in the harbor. A road running west from Woodglen connects to the Forest Road, which runs north-south. To the north is the forest, and at the top, an arrow points to Woods Rest and Nor Bay. To the south, the Forest Road passes the Castle, which has a garden beside it, and then continues on with an arrow pointing to South End and Sar Bay. The Cliff Path connects Woodglen to the castle's gardens. Hidden in the forest, a row of circles connects the Forest Road to a moon symbol. A close-up of Woodglen shows the Village Square, the Grange Hall, and the Park at the left, a main street running east-west from the square to the Wharf, and side streets with Thorn's Print Shop, the Boarding House, and Alistair's Pub. Boats are docked at the Wharf, and a cat is peeking over the roof across from the pub.Chapter 1
Avianna was not the kind of girl men courted. She never had been, and she certainly wasn’t right now, trapped under a passed-out ex-soldier in the upstairs room of Woodglen’s seediest pub. She shoved at Rye’s hulking form, giving two big heaves before she was able to roll his sweaty body off her. He grumbled, but the whiskey in his system won, and he slumped onto the bed beside her.
Rye?
Avianna whispered. He didn’t respond, and a moment later his snores began.
What had she been thinking, tumbling Rye?
Rye wasn’t husband material, that was for sure. He hadn’t had a steady job since the revolution, when the king’s guard had fallen apart. The new peacekeeper corps hadn’t wanted him. Not that she blamed them.
As Rye snored, Avianna stared up at the cracked ceiling in the semidarkness, breathing in the stale smell of old ale. Her mind went over and over the past seven moons if she let it—if she stopped moving long enough to think. It felt like seven winters.
She’d been in this room many times in those seven moons, since the revolution had destroyed the castle court, dumping her out on the village streets. She’d missed her chance to find a wealthy husband among the courtiers, but she wasn’t giving up. She’d always known her looks were her best chance to escape poverty, and she still had them—for now. If she had to tumble every man in Woodglen to find the right one, she’d do it.
Avianna had learned it was better not to stop moving long enough to think.
She sat up. Dim light seeped into the dark room from the street lamps. The shouts and laughter from the pub below came through the floorboards. She hoped they had drowned out the sounds she and Rye had been making five minutes earlier.
Again she wondered, What had she been thinking?
Ever since she’d lost her place at the castle, she’d been stumbling along, hustling to make ends meet—exactly the life she’d hoped to escape when she’d begun her deception as a courtier ten seasons ago. She hadn’t had a clear goal when she went to court, other than escaping the poverty of her childhood. Maybe if she’d had a plan, she wouldn’t have failed to secure a husband while she had the chance. Now here she was, just another peasant, her options for escape dwindling.
But still, she should’ve known better than to waste her time on Rye. She’d considered him handsome when he’d been in the king’s guard. But he was mean. And he drank too much to be a decent husband, the kind who’d provide security and a comfortable home. The kind who was the opposite of what she’d grown up with—that was all she’d ever wanted.
She straightened her clothing and pushed herself off the bed. Rye hadn’t waited long enough to get her dress off. Not that it would take long with these simple peasant dresses—unlike the ones with layers and hooks and ribbons they’d had in the castle.
She hadn’t had much when she arrived in Woodglen, but at least she’d had her face, an unusual mix of darker skin from the north and the blue eyes of the south, and her curves. Her looks had been all she needed to move up, to win favor with the important people and get what she needed. She’d been sure she’d meet the right man, one who’d take her away to be his life mate. But she hadn’t focused on finding him. She’d been having too much fun with Elspeth.
Now, Elspeth . . . Elspeth was the kind of girl men courted.
Avianna smiled, thinking of her friend. With those rosy cheeks and her perpetual smile, always polite, a girl from a respectable family—blah blah blah. Avianna could still hear their landlady gushing over Elspeth’s virtues, praise she never had for Avianna. But Miss Flo was right, Elspeth was a catch, and men had courted her and proposed to her, and she’d accepted one, and he’d taken her off to his estate, and now Avianna was stuck in Woodglen with no friend to talk to, and nothing fun to do, and no coins on top of it.
Everything she’d had was gone, thanks to the sodding revolution.
She quietly crossed the room, fanning the sweat from her face. Under the thin curtain, she tugged up the window sash, and a cool night breeze stole in, smelling of autumn forest and the sea. She leaned out far enough to mute the sounds of the pub below. The street was quiet after the supper hour, with one lone horse clopping somewhere and the voices of two men drifting up as they talked at one of the tables below.
Avianna sank down onto her knees on the floorboards and rested her arms on the windowsill. The breeze touched her cheeks, and the smell of low tide overwhelmed the woodsy scent. The men drinking below were going on about crop prices and fish tallies—ugh. How had she ended up here? Elspeth was probably eating grapes from a crystal goblet, fanning herself beside a fountain at some luxurious lodge in the foothills as Drake groveled at her feet.
Eight hours to sunrise,
came a voice from below. Better hit the hay.
Mugs clanked on the table. In a few hours, those men would be raising their sails and slipping onto the ocean in the cold morning to work their nets, just as they had the previous morning, and the morning before that. The endless cycle of work to get a bite to eat . . . . There had to be something better than this.
Avianna dug her nails into the windowsill and pushed herself up. She’d been going in circles, working, sleeping, trying out a new man each chance she got. For three moons she’d thought she’d found him in Beck, one of the regulars at the pub, but Beck had ended up as big a waste of time as all the others. She needed a plan. She needed to try something different. But what?
Getting out of this room for a start. Tumbling Rye had been a mistake, and maybe the past seven moons had been as well. But it wasn’t too late, not yet.
Without a glance back, Avianna let herself out the door, closing it quietly behind her. The noise of the barroom rang up through the darkened hallway. She followed it to the top of the pub’s staircase and paused. She pulled out the lose pins hanging from her mussed hair and brushed back her curls, then fastened them back into place. There was no telling where her lipstick had smeared to, so she wiped her arm across her mouth, leaving a dark stain on her skin. She wiped her face with the other arm and it came away clean. She scrubbed her face over to be sure.
She descended the stair into the entryway of Alistair’s Pub, and the sounds of the revelers grew louder. Through the large doorway in front of her, women and men laughed over their ales, happy in spite of their miserable lot as farmers and fish-catchers. At the far end, Beck tossed back a shot. Hopefully he wouldn’t look up. She stepped for the front door.
A crash from the kitchen behind the staircase silenced the room, and all the eyes turned on Avianna. She froze. Then the door behind the stairs flew open, and a boy streaked toward her.
Hide me, Avi!
he said, grabbing her skirts and swinging behind her.
At Alfie’s appearance, the drinkers resumed, and the noise in the pub returned to its previous level.
Avianna faced the kitchen as Alfie’s father puffed into the doorway, wheezing as he leaned on the doorframe. Out of the way, Avianna,
Alistair said, starting forward. He brandished a large metal stirring spoon. The boy’s small fingers on her dress tightened.
Oh, Alistair,
Avianna said, softening her voice. What’s Alfie done now?
As Alistair neared, she reached out a hand to his chest and stopped him.
Knocked over a full tray of oysters, trying to pinch one. Wouldn’t even like them.
Alfie leaned around Avianna. I heard they make you lusty.
Just what we need around here,
Alistair growled, more lusty bastards. Get out here and take your knocks.
Avianna hooked Alfie with her ankle and pushed him back behind her, as she smoothed her hand down Alistair’s chest.
It was an accident, Alistair. Let the boy go. Didn’t he do errands all day?
She tilted her head and gazed up at Alistair.
His fist with the spoon lowered a bit. Errands? Got in the way, more like it. Dug through all the jars in the pantry, teased the cat. And I caught him trying to peek up Lucinda’s skirt.
Well, he’s only ten, and he misses his mother.
She patted Alistair.
The spoon lowered to hang at his side. You know, you could work here, Avianna. I know it’s not the kind of work you want, but it’s not bad.
The kind of work I want?
Avianna snorted. What I want is to be life bonded, with a house in the country and servants to do the work.
Alistair smiled. You might meet someone if you were serving the drinks, instead of lying about upstairs.
Lying about?
Avianna arched an eyebrow.
Alistair blushed.
I appreciate it, Alistair, I do. I just couldn’t face the crowd every night, snickering about me. At least in the laundry yard I don’t have a crowd of onlookers.
But Alfie would love to have you here. You’d be a better influence on the boy than Lucinda.
Someone else snorted. Avi, a good influence?
Beck stood in the doorway to the bar, gripping the doorframe above his head, his shirt sleeves taut over his bulging biceps. Those arms and his thick dark hair had once made Avianna crazy, but now she saw only the mean glint in his eye.
He shifted to face her. Have a good time upstairs? Doesn’t seem like all the tumbling’s helping you find a mate.
It can’t hurt,
Avianna snapped. At least I’m meeting people.
She stopped herself from saying more, knowing he was trying to bait her.
Rye? Or did you meet someone else up there?
Avianna turned to Beck, and Alfie crept around her side to stay away from his father. Beck stood beside Alistair’s ridiculous plant—a spiky Norlian lemon tree that a merchant had given him, in spite of Sylvania’s cold winters. Avianna resisted the urge to break off one of its long spikes and jab it into Beck’s crotch.
At least I meet people,
she said, instead of sitting here drunk every night.
I assure you, I meet people,
Beck said, glancing over his shoulder. A woman down the bar was watching them, and when Beck’s head turned, she smirked. He turned back, eyeing Avianna up and down. Rye didn’t take very long with you, did he?
Now Beck—
Alistair said.
Don’t be such a hypocrite,
Avianna interrupted. "Like you ever lasted more than a minute."
Beck’s smooth smile stayed on his face, but his eye twitched and Avianna knew her barb had struck. She waited for his retort.
At least I’m not desperate enough to tumble the likes of Rye.
Before Alistair could defend her, Avianna stepped up to Beck. Maybe he’s not the one for me. But at least I’m trying to find him. Not like you, strutting about like the prize stud as if you’re too good to settle down with anyone.
Stud?
Beck’s eyebrow lifted, and an annoying smile crept across his face.
But before he could continue, a thump came from above. They all turned to look up the stairs, but no one appeared.
Then a slurred voice carried down. Avi . . .
Beck laughed. Looks like Prince Charming is ready for another round.
Shut up.
You know what your problem is, Avi?
Beck didn’t wait for a reply. You want a husband, but you’re just not the kind of girl men want for a wife.
Chapter 2
Beck’s taunt hit the bullseye. Avianna didn’t try to hide it. Instead she stumbled to the pub door, carrying Alfie along with her as her vision blurred. She fumbled for the latch. Alfie must have found it because the door opened and they fell out into the night. She ignored the voices behind her and fled along the cobbled street, past a handful of shops until she rounded the corner and left the pub behind.
But she couldn’t rid herself of Beck’s sneer. He always knew exactly how to hurt her. And the worst part was, he was right. She wasn’t the kind of girl men wanted for a wife.
She stopped walking, wiped her eyes, and sniffed to clear her nose. The night was cool and misty, threatening an autumn rain. The light from the street lamps formed a hazy ball around each globe, with the rest of the street fuzzed into darkness.
Footsteps padded up behind her. A hand slipped into hers. I’d bond with you, Avi,
Alfie said.
Avianna squeezed his hand. Too bad I’m not ten winters old,
she replied.
Beck’s a moron. He tried to plow a field using old tin cans, all tied together on his rake.
Avianna smiled down at the boy and started walking. He did not.
As they passed under a lamp, the light flickered on Alfie’s face. He did! Eddie saw him do it. And he was stumbling everywhere and it wasn’t working but he was too stupid to stop.
As Alfie launched into the tale of what Eddie had seen, Avianna glanced along the row houses lining the narrow street. Behind her, the street sloped downhill to the wharf where the fish-catchers unloaded their stinking harvest every afternoon. She and Alfie headed uphill, but Avianna would turn before they reached the top. She seldom went that far, where the cobblestones smoothed out and the lanes widened into a square with a park at the center. Bordering one side of the square was the grange hall, where dances were held, and the cottages up there had space for a garden.
But over the rooftops, the spires of the former king’s castle towered in the sky. From the top of the hill she could see them, and each time she did, her heart panged like the spires had pierced it. She’d had so much opportunity, and she’d wasted it, and now she had nothing. She should’ve been more like Elspeth while she’d had the chance, sitting quietly instead of always jumping in with her opinion, smiling a deferential smile instead of biting back when the courtiers made their ignorant comments. She could never seem to stop herself.
As she and Alfie neared the turn to the boarding house, she tried to focus on his story.
Are you sure he was trying to plow with tin cans?
Avianna asked. It sounds more like he was drunk.
Well duh, of course he was drunk, that’s why he was plowing with tin cans.
Who was plowing with tin cans?
Avianna looked up. They’d reached the corner, and coming from the opposite direction was a lithe man with spectacles, holding a stack of pamphlets. It was Thorn, the village printer.
Beck,
Alfie said to Thorn. He was too stupid to bond with Avi, and he got drunk and tied a row of tin cans to his rake and tried to plow with it. Eddie saw him.
Then it must be true,
Thorn said, falling into step beside them as they turned together into the lane. Hi, Avi.
Avianna opened her mouth to reply, but Alfie interrupted. Do some magic, Thorn!
Avianna closed her lips and smiled.
Thorn lowered his gaze to the boy. Alfie dropped Avianna’s hand.
Want me to make Beck break out in boils?
Thorn asked.
You can do that?
Alfie’s eyes widened and his legs danced with excitement.
No, sadly.
Make me taller.
I can’t waste my supplies, Alfie. Fairy dust is for emergencies.
Then do it to yourself.
Thorn stopped walking and Avianna did too, but Alfie bounced around them on his toes. Thorn bit his lip and blew upward, blowing the long dark hair off his forehead, one eyebrow dropping as if he were thinking hard. Alfie bounced harder. Then Thorn’s head disappeared.
Avianna jumped back, but Alfie roared with laughter. Thorn’s head reappeared, grinning.
He did his head!
Alfie said. Just his head, did you see? Do it again, Thorn!
Thorn reached out and mussed Alfie’s hair. It’s getting late. Shouldn’t you be home?
My da’s going to cook me.
He’s not going to cook you,
Avianna said.
Alfie turned to her. He was chasing me with the soup spoon. You saw him.
He’ll get over it. He always does. Sneak in and go to your room. And don’t make any more trouble tonight.
Why can’t you come live with us, Avi?
I just can’t.
A raindrop hit Avianna’s nose. Go now, you can beat the rain.
Alfie pursed his lips together and turned to go.
And Alfie?
Avianna reached for his shoulder. Stop trying to peek up Lucinda’s skirt. No one will court you if you behave like that.
Alfie stared at the ground, hesitating a moment. Bye Avi. Bye Thorn.
He took off back the way they’d come.
I’m heading your way,
Thorn said. I’ll walk with you?
Avianna nodded. She studied Thorn as they resumed walking. She never would have thought she’d become friends with someone like him—certainly not when she’d first arrived from the castle, dumped on the steps of the boarding house with Elspeth and Corella and told to find work. Back then, she’d imagined herself mingling with the village’s elite, still garnering the attention she’d earned at court. She wouldn’t have even noticed Thorn if it hadn’t been for a cat. A dog had cornered the little thing a few blocks up from the market and looked ready to kill it. Avianna couldn’t stand seeing anything cornered like that, so she’d grabbed the dog’s scruff and hauled it backward. Of course, the cat fled, and the dog tore loose to chase it, and they both ran right under the feet of a man holding some kind of giant wooden slab and angling to get it in the doorway of a shop.
As the man’s load teetered, Avianna ran forward. She grabbed the other end of the wooden slab and helped him guide it in the door and lower it to the floor.
The cat got away,
he said, pushing up a pair of spectacles.
What?
That was when she saw his green eyes.
I thought you’d want to know,
he said. The dog didn’t catch her.
Avianna had nodded and bolted out the door.
Now a raindrop dripped down his spectacles. He wiped it away, and the bright green of his irises flashed in the lamplight. The fairies’ green eyes still sent chills down her spine. And their skin—it was the same golden tan as most of the villagers’, the ones who’d grown up near Woodglen or elsewhere in central Sylvania, but with a strange luster, something to do with their magic and their love of the moon. Everyone in the castle had said the fairies were dangerous tricksters who lured humans into the forest to have their way with them, but since the revolution, fairies sometimes came to the village, and they never seemed particularly dangerous. Although it was unnerving how they could change their appearance or even disappear.
But Thorn was just Thorn. Avianna had grown so used to him, sometimes she honestly forgot he was a fairy. Since that first day when she’d helped him, she’d been running into him almost daily. And he was always cheery and helpful—like when she was struggling to bring sacks of laundry home, he’d turn up and carry half of them. Or if she was scowling at the cobblestones on a bad day, he’d still say hello when he met her on the street, and he’d ask what was wrong and listen as she ranted about Mattie’s latest prank, or that she had slept through breakfast and no one had saved her any biscuits. Sometimes she’d take whatever papers he was carrying and finish his delivery to save him time. It felt nice to help, like they were becoming friends.
But more than that, he felt safe, like a castle guard who took his duties way too seriously and wouldn’t try to tumble her no matter how much she flirted. There was nothing menacing about Thorn, not in the ways Avianna expected of a fairy after the stories she’d heard. He used his magic to make his head disappear, for skies’ sake.
Another raindrop skidded across his spectacles.
Why don’t you just make them invisible?
she asked, nodding at his face.
My spectacles? They’d still have raindrops on them.
Avianna could never quite grasp the