9
SORCHA
The air in the Summer Court was different from the Winter; it was more vibrant and full of life. I loved my home, but something about being in the heart of Summer appealed to me. King Oberon had sent a message informing me of dinner, and invited me to join him and the queen. I politely declined, with deepest regrets, and ate alone in my room.
I was wound up too tight and too apprehensive to sleep. My dreams were the only way I could communicate with Sarette and Oren, and if I couldn’t calm myself down enough my attempts would be fruitless. Oren’s mind was blocked or he was unconscious; either way, I was unable to talk to him every time I tried.
Frustrated, I decided to walk around the palace to clear my mind. The curiosity in me piqued as I walked through the different halls o
