28
Reine
I looked at myself in the mirror, and I couldn't help but contrast my current appearance with that of myself before the party at the Fae con convention. Whereas there I had had a fake crown and wings, now I wore a crown—well, a tiara of platinum and diamond—and my wings stood out in resplendent rainbow display. Aoine had lent me a gown of shimmering light blue, although none of her shoes fit me. I felt odd bespelling another Fae's footwear, so I wore my sneakers and hoped that they wouldn't show beneath the long hem. I'd adjust them if necessary, but I'd stay as comfy as I could for as long as possible.
A knock on my door told me that it was time for me to present myself to the assembled. I opened it to find a servant, who bowed low, his clipped wings showing as stubby on his b
