The heavy obsidian doors swung open, but it wasn't a hulking guard or a stern council member who stepped through.
A woman glided into the suite, and for a moment, the gray morning light seemed to catch on her and fracture into a dozen different colors. She was breathtaking. Her hair was a wild, cascading waterfall of golden curls that reached all the way to her waist, shimmering as if woven with actual sunlight. She wore a dress of sheer, layered silks in shades of moss and lavender that trailed behind her like a mist.
She looked... impossible.
"You rang?" she asked. Her voice was light and melodic, possessing a tinkling, airy quality that made me think of silver bells or wind chimes.
I blinked, my mouth parting in a small 'o' of surprise. Despite her human features, she had a fairy-li
