Anthony
“Hey, Anthony,” someone called to me as I put away my tools at my station. I looked up to see the fae who had given me the compliment earlier. He was smiling and held his hand out to me. “My name’s Scout.”
I looked at his hand before looking back at his friendly smiling face. His eyes were twinkling happily at me; excited to make a new friend. I slowly gripped his hand and shook it; a smile turning up the corners of my mouth.
“Thanks for you doing you what did earlier,” I said. “Not many are willing to stand up for me.”
“Queen Cleo did,” he answered. “I was there when she had the forum, she explained her reasons. If she feels that you are light, then why would anyone question that? Queen Cleo has always been the lightest of the light fae.”
“She is an incredible
