Chapter 27 — The Summons
The council's letter came with a wax seal the size of a fist and four riders to carry it, which told Sierra everything before she'd broken it open.
To Her Majesty Sierra Thorne, by blood and moon the Silver Queen—
The High Council of the Silver Court conveys its unwavering devotion, and its deepening alarm.
Ninety-one days have passed since Her Majesty's departure for the northern territories. In that time the Court has governed in her name and by her leave, as custom permits. Custom does not permit it indefinitely.
The treasury requires the Queen's hand. Eleven treaties await the Queen's seal. Three border packs have petitioned for judgment and been told the throne is empty. The people of the capital have begun to ask a question the Council cannot answer: whe
