Reagan
The following year...
The following yearIf anything, it seemed to Reagan that the ball at the Winter Fae Court was even more beautiful than last year. But perhaps that was because she was attending it on Eustace"s arm and not by herself.
Nothing else had changed. The fae still mostly ignored her, and the wine still flowed. White glittered everywhere, from the snow to the icicles hanging from the roof.
"I have to admit, this is really something," Eustace said, taking it all in. "Nothing like when I was last here."
"That"s because it wasn"t for a formal event," she pointed out.
"I"d say the birth of the heir should be a formal occasion."
"But not for the doctor. I doubt the twins are the first babies you helped deliver." She wasn"t actually sure if that was true or not. They ha
